The lessons weren't so bad. They did happen. It was afterward that the door would be latched and he would be told it was time for their other exercises, a mandatory ritual before he was allowed to return to the other children and his other lessons. It was confusing at first, but he became used to it. It was part of his penance, one of many ways to express his devotion to the Maker. He was a dutiful and pious boy, and Brother Flavius was charismatic, well-liked among the students and the other brothers and sisters of the Chantry.
"...mine," he decides, in the same low voice, but his look is uncertain. He draws his knees up to his chest and rests his chin on them, eyes going distant. "I was a good student," he continues, another thing he's told himself for years-- that had to have been the reason he was chosen, didn't it? "...I stood out. I was his favorite." It was the only time he'd ever been someone's favorite.
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Date: 2016-04-06 10:33 pm (UTC)"...mine," he decides, in the same low voice, but his look is uncertain. He draws his knees up to his chest and rests his chin on them, eyes going distant. "I was a good student," he continues, another thing he's told himself for years-- that had to have been the reason he was chosen, didn't it?
"...I stood out. I was his favorite." It was the only time he'd ever been someone's favorite.