[closed] don't call him dr. L

[torpour]

Who: Nehan and his students.
What: It's about time to start being a teacher, which means meeting up with them one by one and conducting their first lessons-- sparring for some, medic training for others. May not be completely nice and productive, due to blood type shenanigans. Thanks, December.
When: Early to mid-December.
Where: Nehan's house for medical studies, and some fields away from people for combat training.

Content Warnings: Physical violence, little bit of beasthood, potential potty mouths, potential squicky conversations, Nehan's personal issues with his disabilities. More TBA when they come up.

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[torpour]

A leash is only useful if there's someone else holding onto it. But it seems like there's no one like that for you. [not even his lover is that for him, he thinks. otherwise this conversation would have been entirely different. diluc wouldn't have been acting like this, acting as if all of these were revelations if this were not the first time he had these thoughts.

nehan sighs, and straightens as much as he can. not that his height is anything to write home about.]

If you desperately want one... I will make sure that you do not need it.

[searingwing]

[The ugly truth is his father used to be the one holding his leash. He forged an heir into a weapon, utterly loyal and full of faith and ambition to carry out what was once thought of as their dream.]

I want to learn to do without the leash. It hasn’t served a purpose other than hold me back for a long time.

[Since the death of his father. His father had loved him, that isn’t a lie. But he had made sure his heir would be caught in the ties and words he said. How long has the shadow of Master Crepus been sitting at the head of the family? He shakes his head once and straightens. A new determination lives in his eyes. He will dedicate himself to this new path.]

[torpour]

There are many different ways to do that. One is to start from the very beginning, and learn who you are, then test yourself and your principles against something that tries to force you to shed them. [in a similar way to the way the clan used to train its children. but nehan has no interest in drugging diluc to make him lose control.]

Another is to become even more powerful, because strength and control come hand in hand.

I prefer the second, by the way.

[searingwing]

I prefer the second. That is the method I’m familiar with. And we can I’ll afford the journey of the first in a place like this that takes what hurts inside us and uses it against us.

[And this place distorts their minds and bodies. He reaches up and presses a hand to his chest.] …more than once.

[torpour]

[well... he made the right choice. nehan takes a deep breath, complete with his nostrils flaring, before releasing his breath in a long, slow exhale.]

The first is how the youth become lauded as proper, contributing members of the clan. Everyone underwent it at some point or another. But you are not of the Karm clan. [and nehan has broken enough of their principles. he's said what he wanted about them, and he's called them outdated, their traditional ways and close-mindedness their downfall... but the principles they always stood by have always been rock-solid, no matter how far the clan drifted from them over the centuries.

nehan is relieved that diluc refused.]

I wouldn't have done that to you even if you got down on your knees and begged me. Remember that always, and never change your mind.

[searingwing]

I am not. [He agrees as his hand falls from his chest. His mind stills as a calm settles over him.] I am a Ragnvindr.

And it’s time to put Father’s ghost to rest. [He has to think and reflect. If he is to cut the leash then he has to temper the sword that is his soul. Being stronger will serve as the hammer.]

I promise to give you my all.

[torpour]

Then I want you to work on your footwork, until the next session. [as if that was a signal, the wolf stands, bringing with it nehan's crutch and cloak, and the erune leans over to tug the cloak around his shoulders.]

This one is over, you have a lot to think about. Next session, I expect you to come with a clear mind and lighter feet.