Curiosity Killed The Cat

The Spirit Of A Trouble Maker, Or the Mind Of A Fool

It was morning now, a little while past ten o’clock, and Lesso was staring forward with a bored look dancing in her eyes as she took in her new students. They weren’t exactly impressive at first glance, but Lesso knew full well that most villains weren’t too physically impressive because they had smarts and skills to fall back on, not to mention magic. So she wouldn’t judge too harshly until she’d seen what they had to offer her, not that she had her hopes up at this point anyway. Letting out a sigh and running her hands along her cane as her eyes scanned over her classroom without much care or interest. She wasn’t sure why, but she wasn’t exactly feeling it today, mind seemingly drifting off to somewhere else as she walked through her day like it was a chore, a bit of impatience being fairly present in her throughout the day. Making her students jumpy and on edge due to her short temper mixed with her long distracted silences every few minutes, seemingly lost in thought as she roamed the classroom, watching them in disinterest and annoyance.

She wasn’t sure why she felt so impatient today, why her fingers fiddled with her cane more often than normal, why her foot tapped against the floor below her everytime she had to sit still, why her mind kept wandering to last night whenever it wasn’t focused on anything else. She wanted it to stop, it was making her uncomfortable and stiff as she went through the motions of her day, her normal controlled and carefully measured behaviors were seeming less and less easy to mimic the longer the image of your frightened eyes stilled in her mind. It drove her mad last night, the way they’d darted away from her as she held your gaze intimidatingly, trying fervently to deny her the privilege of seeing them as they were, wet with unshed tears and pupils blown wide from the emotions mingling within you. She couldn’t stop thinking about that encounter from last night, it was the only thing in her mind, the memories replaying over and over within her mind throughout the day as she tried her best to get through it. The image of you huddled on the floor below her as she held your chin between her fingers harshly, the memory of your racing heart pounding frightfully against her palm as she held her hand to your chest, the memory of your voice whining out your nervous explanations as she questioned you harshly.

It all made her feel uncomfortably warm the longer she thought about it, she couldn’t help but want to sit down and try and spell the memories away, try and dull the images so they’d cease their effects on her, making her heart race within her chest like a jack rabbit. Now don’t get her wrong, this wasn’t the first time she’d had an interaction like that with a student or teacher, so it wasn’t like she was flustered due to the image of someone squirming and shaking at the sight of her. No, and she’d like to say she wasn’t exactly sure why she was so affected at the image of you being the one shaking and staring at her with wide frightened eyes. But that’d be a lie, she knew exactly why she enjoyed it so much, exactly why her brain replayed those images so unendingly. It was because you were different, curious and easily excited, innocent in the way you studied her every move, her body, her eyes, not in a flirtatious or sexual way, but in pure intrest and curiosity. It was because she was prideful knowing she’d made your heart race, prideful in the way she’d made your eyes tint with a bit of attraction in your gaze, moving from her eyes to her lips almost nervously. And by god, Do believe her when she says, it was absolutely delicious to watch you try and deny yourself a glance at her lips as you blushed intensely, trying to ignore the way she stared at you predatorily, like you were nothing but a scared rabbit shaking before a hungry fox.

She wanted to see it again, see you shiver under her touch and stare at her with those gorgeous eyes, she wouldn’t have to wait long either.

-

Your eyes leered at the clock, practically begging for it to slow in your head, not wanting time to pass so fast because of your impending meeting with the dean of the school for evil. It wasn’t like the woman didn’t still interest you beyond words, it wasn’t like she wasn’t something you wanted to study for hours, but you couldn’t get that feeling from last night out of your mind. That feeling that made your cheeks red and your stomach knot itself over and over within you as you found yourself staring at the woman's features in a slightly different way. You couldn’t get the feeling of her cane against your skin, the feeling of her hands squeezing your flesh tightly as she leaned in and whispered in your ears slowly, smooth and dark tone making that feeling grow and more intense. You wanted to cry the longer she made you sit there, the longer it went on, the longer she pressed that cane against your chin, the longer she held her cold hand to your chest, the longer she let that silver tongue drag the threats and teases on and on excruciatingly. You weren’t sure what that feeling was, why you couldn’t breathe as it shrouded your mind, flooded your stomach, or maybe you did, maybe you just didn’t want to admit that she’d made you feel the things you did, it didn’t matter, you’d never admit the truth not even to yourself.

Adjusting yourself in your seat you peered over to the window of the large classroom, eyes roaming the field it looked out to where the ever boys were waiting for their class to end as well, all seemingly running around doing their own things. It was almost entertaining, watching the boys having fun, some swinging their swords around skillfully, trying to impress girls in your class that were also watching them amusedly. You felt a smile grow on your lips as you watched them intently, glad for a momentary distraction from your issues, even if it was only some overly showy ever boys pining for attention from your fellow classmates. But of course, your own brain betrayed your wish to be given a moment of relaxation, tempting your curiosity as it reminded you of the image of Lesso spinning her cane around in her nimble fingers as you watched a boy spin his sword haphazardly. Your face lit up in a gentle rosy blush at the image, the thought, the memory. It made your stomach twist and your hand that’d been resting against your cheek, slowly pull away, fingers drifting to the soft bruises that had formed at the edge of your jaw, on either side of your chin, due to Lessos' crushing grip from the previous night. Just the knowledge that she’d hurt you so easily, just to make you meet her eyes, just so she could hold your gaze as she mocked you, it made your heart start to race once more and your eyes fell to the floor.

You couldn’t understand why those thoughts, those images, brought such a feeling to you, a feeling you couldn’t quite bring yourself to put a name on yet. You wanted to understand, you wanted to have some sort of explanation as to why she made you feel this way, you wanted to know what she wanted from you, why she made your mind thrum with an abundance of curiosity. But you didn’t have time to ponder these difficult questions, no, instead you had to try and focus on whether or not you were going to meet her in only a few minutes. You tried to rationalize your wish not to, tried to make yourself believe that she couldn’t do anything if you avoided her, but you knew better, your interaction last night proving to you that she was definitely not one to take things lightly.

However, even though you knew what could possibly happen if you avoided the woman, her threat still lingering within you quite clearly, you found yourself nervous and frightened at the thought of her piercing eyes glaring into yours again. You found your heart racing frightfully fast and your breathing speed at the thought of her speaking to you in a disappointed tone again, cane pressed against your chest to make you keep your distance as she gave you options to choose between for your punishment. It would be too much, and if you were right in assuming that her intentions seemed to be to make you frightened of her, then she was succeeding easily in her attempts.

The loud uproar of excited princesses rushing out of their seats, loudly rattling off praise towards each other's appearances, shook you from your focused thoughts, the noise that was filling the air around you making your heart sink to your stomach. With a peak outside you found the boys also leaving their assigned areas and felt your blood freeze within you, your eyes falling to the floor in dread, it was time for lunch.

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Lesso stared impatiently at the food in front of her, a plate for her and a shining plate full of extravagant food opposite of her, for you, something she’d requested to be uncharacteristically nice for once and allow you to eat during your meeting. However, while the food was there, you were not, ten minutes late and not a peep from the wolfish guards announcing they’d spotted you in never building at all. However, She had received a different kind of news, word coming from her guards posted in the cafeteria that they’d spotted you eating with your fellow evers. She could feel the annoyance spilling from her pores, hand gripping her cane rather harshly as she stared at her own plate of food in a deadly glare. So…You've decided to call her ‘ bluff ’, you wanted to test her abilities and see if she truly had the power to follow through with her threat, trying to see if you could simply avoid confrontation as most evers did, trying to see if you could avoid her. Fine, she was going to be nice, going to be sparing and only suggest something kind, you were an ever after all, but if you wished for her to be the bad guy, then that's what she’ll be indeed.

This was no longer about how much you had piqued her interest or how impatient she’d been to have this meeting, this was about respect…and it seems you need a lesson in it. A soft chuckle rumbled throughout her throat as she rose from her seat with a purpose, a smirk forming on her pink lips as she felt a surge of excitement flood her veins. For such a cautious and shy thing, you seem to have the spirit of a trouble maker, or the mind of a fool, either way she couldn’t help but feel a bit glad, at least now she’d get some entertainment, able to see those eyes staring into hers, frightened and dumbstruck as they stare at her wide and alert. She wasn’t sure how she’d get away with dragging an ever away, most likely screaming, to her school in the middle of the cafeteria, but quite frankly she didn’t really care. Fuck the rules, She didn’t care for them anyway, she was a never after all and by god, This was going to be fun.