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pink eyes — something jason todd wrote as alluring and more terrifying than her reds. her tone and implication makes your jaw tick. again with the young person god complex. though her words on barrio were calming. it would be a shame to see one of the stronger and more capable instructors here fall victim to a woman half his age. another nod,     “     that’s good to hear. marcus is an excellent individual. you’ll only learn the most from him.     “     you prop elbows on desktop and look to her once more,     “     what are your plans for after graduation ?     “

‘  he is. i’m glad we can agree.  ’  you would vouch for this man, talk him up at any turn. he’s earned your respect and although you don't quite fully know it, he’s also earned your love. you take in a deep breath,  ‘  i -- i think i wanna see some of the people from my old school. they think i’m dead.  ’  you huff air through nostrils, trying not to frown.  ‘  but um, i don’t really have any solid plans after that. i kinda just go in whichever direction the wind blows.  ’

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“     i don’t want them together.     “     blurted out and you swallow quickly, taking a deep breath to calm self,     “     they aren’t good for each other and i don’t want her to get out and reach out to him. i’m prepared to step in and make sure she meets a replica ezra or oscar or anyone else so she stays put with them. but i won’t do that unless i know for sure i’ll be safe there. i can’t turn someone’s body into a popped water balloon like she can. i don’t want to be in danger again.     “     it’s an ultimatum really and you don’t feel bad for giving it. he could be difficult to deal with but that didn’t change how much his opinion mattered to you.     “     i know i have been a dilemma for you in so many ways and if i could make it up to you without you biting my head off, i would. i appreciate you and everything you’ve done for me. i’ll even make this the last thing i ever ask of you.     “

‘  i got that covered. even if she did it’s not like he’d remember her.  ’  you’ve been ensuring that for months. if emily had approached you with this proposal months ago, you’d send him directly to the undead banshee. but with time, and a lot of it, nothing will be able to trigger his memory. you blink blandly, you don’t see why your input is so important to her.  ‘  i’ll take it under consideration but i won’t make you any promises.  ’

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“     she’s alive.     “     you don’t elaborate. he always puts the pieces together faster than most.     “     she’s at a school like this one but … better. they’re like, top secret with actual security and protocols. really strict about outside contact so the chances of anyone knowing about them are slim to none.     “     you sit up straighter,     “     and i only know this because when i passed out it triggered something in me and i could just … float outside of myself ?     “     you look up at him now brows furrowed,     “     i met someone there that could do what i can. he’s an instructor and thinks i should attend and i want to but i dunno. i’m not sure if i trust any of it yet but i trust you and i want you to meet him. just to get your read. it’s usually better than mine so.     “

eyes narrow in slightly, you already know who this ‘she’ was. it left a bitter taste in your mouth, so much so that you immediately toss coffee into the bin beside your desk and take a seat in your chair. you rub your temples as you process this information, you’d almost think ezra was fighting his brainwash because deep down he knew but you know that was impossible. you take in a deep breath, clenching jaw as eyes glare at her.  ‘  you’re an adult, emily. and i’m no one to be making these choices for you. i was your professor, not your father figure. if you have any doubt perhaps that's the answer you need.  ’

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you blink numbly at her. she’s odd.     “     i’m sure it’s notable. probably a basis for your personality as well but considering it’s been seven months and that’s all mr. todd has on you is … concerning.     “     ambrosio doesn’t strike you as someone that can be subdued or manipulated easily so you can already assume she was the one leading todd through the gravel. you hum, looking for a question that would prompt a full and informative response from her,     “     how much do you think you’ve developed since you first stepped foot in this university ?     “

‘  then you’ll just have to do a better job than he did.  ’  harsh but it’s the truth. you ponder on his inquiry for a moment.  ‘  truthfully speaking, i think i’ve learned more about myself and actual self restraint in the last half year than in all my life. i have my caretaker to thank for that. i have a better hold on my powers, i don’t get frenzied nearly as much. OH and my eyes aren’t pink.  ’  yet.  ‘  i’m getting there at a much faster pace than i’d thought.  ’

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you sit where you used to,     “     mhm. and you ?     “     you eye him cautiously, unsure of how certain information would effect his mood for the day. you swallow, leg bouncing under seat and biting at inside of cheek,     “     i need to tell you some things and i also need a favor. which do you wanna hear first ?     “

single nod of your head, you’re doing better than okay but that was no one’s business but your own. she seems anxious, you sigh heavily, already having a bad feeling about this. lips purse,  ‘  i don’t care, get on with it.  ’

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her tone alone in addition to the less than blissful ignorant expressions posed in the photos tell you most of what you need to know. she was trouble and good at playing it off. you slide polaroids into trash bin,     “     he had no other reason to. whatever you two shared must have impacted him more than you figured.     “     you lean back into seat, pen tapping against lower lip,     “     your file has one legible page completed and it’s regarding your hyper sexuality. do you want to tell me anything actually notable about yourself ?     “

you bite the inside of your cheek,  ‘  oh.  ’  you should’ve figured it would’ve meant more to him but you got caught up in the fun. his pen draws your eyes to his lips, blinking a few times to fight the pinkish hue flashing against your browns. brows rise as you swallow and clear your throat.  ‘  you know, i’d argue my hypersexuality is very notable information. -- but you can ask me just about anything. i’m a pretty open book.  ’  it’s mostly true. your idea of a perfect third date is a full disclosure trauma dump and hump.

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the letter. scripted in delicate pink ink and ended with a hollow heart by her name. it makes something tick in your chest. unexplainable and foreign, you’ll have to make a note to see a doctor after the day is done. you nod back,     “     as i do yours.     “     a mutual respect was built over the time together and you truly do silently root and wish the best for her — no matter how petulant she can be.     “     i’m relieving you of your duties today. liam will take over and hopefully you can compose yourself come lunch and carry a platonic conversation with oscar.     “     gaze is stern, expecting her to agree and follow through,     “     you are also requested in guidance when you find a moment.     “

when you rise from your seat you move around his desk to pull him into an embrace and eyes flutter shut for a moment. when you pull back, hands linger and cup his face gently, thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks.  ‘  i can’t promise you it’ll be very platonic but i’ll do my best for you. thank you.  ’  you make your way to his door, turning the knob before looking back to him once more.  ‘  one more thing, feel free to kiss my forehead again whenever you want. it was..sweet.  ’

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you regard him with softened eyes,     “     i don’t want to ask that of you.     “     you shake your head, hands coming to rest under your chin and hover over lips,     “     you’ve done a lot already by just humoring me. you don’t need to be my babysitter too.     “     asking for help, admitting you need any at all is like pulling teeth. it was something you needed to work on and while franklin was perfect for it, you didn’t want to unload baggage onto him.     

you raise a hand and shake your head,  ‘  there’s no need to ask. i’m offering. all you have to do is accept.  ’  besides, ‘‘babysitting’’ was a part of your job anyway. you and your colleagues were paid to look after particular students, this concept wasnt foreign to you.  ‘  enroll if you truly want to, my words don’t need to sway you in any direction. i want you to be true to yourself and follow through with what you really want to do. you have my support no matter what.  ’

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you turn, a small smile on your face. you missed him despite everything. which is why you’re here for honest and blunt advice.     “     no. well yes. just not for school.     “     you step out of way of the door and tuck hands into sweater pockets,     “     i wanted to talk to you about something. if that’s okay ?     “     you glance around hallway, a subtle paranoia reemerging from the last few weeks you spent here,     “     i didn’t know if it was okay to text or call since you’re …     “     lips purse. he knows what you mean.

she looks around as though she doesn’t want to be seen, what with the accusations she faced after her friend’s demise you understand why. you nod, unlocking your door and pushing it open, gesturing her to enter with your head.  ‘  of course. take a seat and we’ll talk.  ’  you close the door behind her and then make your way to your desk, leaning on it as you take a sip of your coffee.  ‘  you’re doing okay, right?  ’

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“· · ·mr. todd needed a change of scenery.· · ·“· · ·you moving to open and skim her current file. an onslaught of photos spilling out, some of the two of them and some of just her. you arch a brow,· · ·“· · ·i trust you were both were safe and discreet ? rene has a strict interpersonal relationship rule here.· · ·“· · ·he even discourages teacher on teacher romance. you can’t image jason thinking a clearly intimate relationship with obvious evidence was a good idea. maybe the breakdown was warranted. good for him.· · ·“· · ·i’m tomas kaya and i’ll be taking over his position indefinitely.· · ·“

lips part as pictures fall from your file, so that’s where he kept them.··‘· the photos are misleading, we actually didn’t get very far. a couple of stolen kisses here and there but, uh, he wouldn’t be able to take it any further. physically or emotionally.· ’· your sessions went from potentially sensual to coddling an overly emotional grown man, it was an odd dynamic but you enjoyed it. you frown slightly,··‘· did he leave because of me, tomas?· ’· last you spoke with jason, he said he had something to confess to you, perhaps it was his retirement from his position.

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you hum. she could be so nonchalant about things that you know meant a great deal to her. what was it she called that defense mechanism ? her aqua moon ? you squeeze back with a curt nod before limb retreats back to side,     “     keep up the good work the way you’ve been doing, and i’ll be out of your hair sooner than you’ll be out of mine.     “     you smile warmly nearly forgetting she was in trouble before this started. you narrow eyes at her once more,     “     don’t do this again. when you’re giving a tour, you stick to schedule. and your bedroom is not a necessary location to share.     “

nose crinkles softly as eyes drop to your lap. while you wanted to get back to your loved ones, parting from marcus was going to prove to be more difficult than you’d originally expect. you giggle to yourself,  ‘  hey i think we can agree circumstances were a little different this time.  ’  but he does make a good point given your personality. you nod, with a smile,  ‘  but i won’t. i know it’s kind of crazy but i wasn’t lying in that letter. i care about your input.  ’  amongst other things.  ‘  i’ll behave. or at least try my best to.  ’

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“     it feel too good to be true and what if i show up and it’s not what i thought it was going to be ? what if it’s like joining scientology ?     “     partially joking but also partially not, valentina had a mini fascination with that group and you knew what they did. franklin might be great and all but what if he;’s under a similar brainwashing technique,     “     i’m sorry. that was a lot. but look — i’ve … experienced several things at my old university and i don’t want to do it again.     “

she sounds like a mini marcus in the making, it causes you to snort and chuckle loudly.  ‘  i wouldn’t compare this school to a cult but i wouldn’t expect marcus to agree. you’re funny, you know that?  ’  still, the playful laughter is short-lived. the mood grows somber as you fold hands atop your desk. lips are pressed into a line, looing for the right words.  ‘  if it put you at ease, i would see to it myself that you don't experience -- whatever it was. ever again.  ’

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the school hasn’t changed much. the security just as awful as you remember — making it easy to slip in undetected with a group of teachers you’re unfamiliar with in the early morning. it’s a pleasant friday with close to spring time weather and last you’ve checked, marx has been in a good mood all week. you drop sweater hood and knock softly on door.

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you took it upon yourself to go for a quick coffee run to this colombian cafe you’ve began frequenting. their blends have shat on the school’s regular cheap tasting brand and you haven’t been able to go back since. you’re walking down the hall with a coffee cup in your hand when you spot a hooded stranger, brow rises as you approach. soon as she’s knocking on your door you’re only a foot apart.  ‘  can i help you?  ’  it only took a second to realize who this was.  ‘  oh? you’re back?  ’

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you don’t kids, let alone the kind of people stuck between the two stages. young adults were often annoying and ignorant to life’s consequences and rules. as the newly appointed head of guidance, it was your responsibility to actually ensure these students left with a strong and sturdy backbone. after an eventfully dull morning of acquainting self with todd’s workload, you finally send for the first person on his roster — AMBROSIO, VALENTINA.

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eyes widen slightly to the new and unfamiliar face.  ‘  ummm.. did i walk into the wrong office?  ’  because you wouldn’t put it above you. you back pedal slightly, looking at the same number on his door that you’ve been going to for the past half year.  ‘  where’s jason? he didn’t mention anything about a leave of absense?  ’

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stiffly, you open desk drawer and slide box of tissues towards her. you never used to carry the wasteful things until she became your primary case.     “     i understand why you would be upset.     “     hand, itching to twitch and recoil, extends outwards for her to hold if needed. another act of service you never did until her. valentina was difficult and often obnoxious, but there was still a childlike naivety within her. you learned over the course of time together that much like her abilities, she healed faster when comforted through touch.     “     you’re an intelligent, conniving woman. when you graduate and live your own life, you are more than welcomed to see all those people who mourned you.     “      a close mouth smile spreads slightly on features,     “     i’m sure with your wording, they won’t even recall a funeral.     “

you shake your head and push away the tissues, however, you do take his hand. he knew you fairly well by now and his attempts to comfort you were never in vain; they were nearly always accepted but certainly always appreciated. you blink at him with saddened doe eyes before giving his hand a squeeze and mimicking his same smile.  ‘  i’m gonna work harder from now on. the faster i get out of here the better, right? i’m sure you’ve been waiting for it since the day i got here. give me a bit more time and i’ll be out of your hair before you know it.  ’

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you rarely react to her emotional outburst but hand finds it’s way to mouth to hide barest of grins. it’s much better to see her in good spirits than in negative or promiscuous ones. the last few months spent analyzing and correcting her behavior has been as exhausting as it has been rewarding. you are pleased to see such growth and maturity beginning to take root.     “     of course. i’ll leave the file in your room this afternoon.     “     you doubt she’ll read it, but it is protocol. eyes find their way to box and brow arches. she must be mocking someone or planning to humiliate them with such a flashy gift,     “     now, what was it you wanted to talk about ?     “

‘  okay, cool!  ’  lets hope the file doesn’t have too many words because you will close it as fast as you’ll open it. ‘  OH! RIGHT!  ’  you almost forgot why you were here, sag brain behavior. you rise and pat down your skirt nervously, heart picks up pace as you grab his basket and place it right on top of his desk.  ‘  this is um..well, this is for you. happy valentine’s day!  ’  you can feel yourself getting even more nervous but you rack up enough courage to lean in and press a kiss to his temple but back away with quickness.  ‘  you don’t have to react to it, don’t even think about it, okay? i’ll just leave.  ’  because if he responds negatively you will absolutely burst into tears. you offer an awkward thumbs up as you back straight into his door.