#you got originalaric just becoz

[allroundlostcause]

‘ You’re fucked up, professor. But you’re cool. ‘

American Gods sentence meme

This fucking school. Maybe if Alaric’s life had taken a different path, he might not have so easily read the signs, but there is some weird shit happening in this school, and in this town.

Anywhere else, Alaric would have been the weirdest thing you could find in a place of this size, sporting fangs and all, but no. He’s got an eye on at least a dozen students, and top of the list is Kavinsky. Sociopathic gleam in his eye. That’s only for starters. He calls out, when students are gathering their things. “Just a minute of your time, Mr. Kavinsky,” he says, smiling, and he knows there’s no warmth in his eyes.

“Found your art project.” It’s not an art project. Alaric has no fucking clue what it is, but it looks like an actual, real, government-issued passport for fucking Narnia, in Kavinsky’s name. He tosses it on the desk. “Very well done. I have a talent, you might say, I tend to notice things that are out of place.” He unlocks his desk, and a dragonfly escapes. Alaric had expected the thing to run out of juice, eventually, but it’s been buzzing intermittently or over a week, now, tiny cameras readjusting to the dark every time Alaric checks to see it’s still there, tiny servos adusting eight legs and four wings. “Don’t know where that came from. Gee.”

He reaches into the desk and pulls out a handful of identical coins. Identical. Identically worn, identically scratched, except for the one with two heads and no tail. He drops them on the desk ahead of him.

“Seems like a dangerous town. I guess I was surprised.”

Kavinsky’s expression never shifts, not even when Alaric lets his eyes darken, and his fangs descend just enough to appear from beneath his upper lip.

“I’m gonna be watching for the safety of all my students, of course.”

Should have known that not even this would faze the kid, and it hasn’t. But at least he knows. And he knows there’s no margin in trying to spill a secret this absurd.

At last, Kavinsky smiles, the kind of smile that would frighten a dog, and make a cat piss in your shoes. The kind of smile that eventually gets described on the seven o’clock news, if a person survives that long. I always knew there was somethin’ about dat guy. Way he smiled, or somethin’. Like he weren’t really there.

“You’re fucked up, professor,” he says. “But you’re cool.”

All Alaric really needs. As long as Kavinsky knows he’s had fair warning.

“Enjoy your lunch,” Alaric says, letting his features settle back to human, as Kavinksky struts out of the classroom.