Just ignore the smoke (Cat)
Apr 1, 2012 3:27:55 GMT -5
Post by Katurian Arsov on Apr 1, 2012 3:27:55 GMT -5
Thornton had told him not to practise without a trainer present. But there were times in a person’s life when practising was necessary. And if you were being technical, Katurian considered (as he eyed the enormous tome in front of him) this wasn’t really practise. He wasn’t going to go this to check up on his control over his power, or anything – he was just doing it to make himself feel better. A little anti-depressant, if you will.
Cheaper than therapy, and far more satisfying.
He wasn’t actually in the library – he was sitting on the steps outside it, with a copy of Shakespeare’s Complete Works lying on the pavement in front of him. The sun was shining, and it was warm: warm enough that Kat was on the verge of being uncomfortably hot. He took a deep breath, and turned his gaze from the clear blue sky to the book resting at his feet. He should be in History class right now, but Kat had decided that there were far more important things than sitting through yet another interminable lesson (History was worse than most, as it always required a level of prior knowledge that Katurian didn’t posses). So he had come to the library with his borrowed copy of Shakespeare’s immortal words, and was currently engaged in making flames lick around the edges of the pages.
It was a controlled burning, not flashy or energy-consuming. Kat was simply making the book burn very, very slowly, the tongues of fire almost delicate as they started to make the pages begin to blacken and curl. The air around it started to waver in the heat, and Kat felt a sense of deep satisfaction as his flames edged closer and closer to the image of the Bard himself on the cover.
They’d done Shakespeare at Odarennyi, but it had been translated into Russian – and the translation had been modern enough that Kat had always been able to understand what was being said. Here it was completely different, and from the moment he had opened the book in his first English class, Katurian had been fantasising about immolating it. It was like coming up against a wall every time he tried to read the stupid thing, and so he had decided to abandon doing something he couldn’t understand in favour of something he could: burning.
Idly, Kat wondered if the fire would leave a mark on the asphalt.
Cheaper than therapy, and far more satisfying.
He wasn’t actually in the library – he was sitting on the steps outside it, with a copy of Shakespeare’s Complete Works lying on the pavement in front of him. The sun was shining, and it was warm: warm enough that Kat was on the verge of being uncomfortably hot. He took a deep breath, and turned his gaze from the clear blue sky to the book resting at his feet. He should be in History class right now, but Kat had decided that there were far more important things than sitting through yet another interminable lesson (History was worse than most, as it always required a level of prior knowledge that Katurian didn’t posses). So he had come to the library with his borrowed copy of Shakespeare’s immortal words, and was currently engaged in making flames lick around the edges of the pages.
It was a controlled burning, not flashy or energy-consuming. Kat was simply making the book burn very, very slowly, the tongues of fire almost delicate as they started to make the pages begin to blacken and curl. The air around it started to waver in the heat, and Kat felt a sense of deep satisfaction as his flames edged closer and closer to the image of the Bard himself on the cover.
They’d done Shakespeare at Odarennyi, but it had been translated into Russian – and the translation had been modern enough that Kat had always been able to understand what was being said. Here it was completely different, and from the moment he had opened the book in his first English class, Katurian had been fantasising about immolating it. It was like coming up against a wall every time he tried to read the stupid thing, and so he had decided to abandon doing something he couldn’t understand in favour of something he could: burning.
Idly, Kat wondered if the fire would leave a mark on the asphalt.
