The Academic’s eye absolutely did not twitch just now. You cannot prove that a reaction so quickly muted happened at all. The Academic took great pains to smile warmly instead, and it was such an excellent lie that it must have had a kernel of truth to it. The Academic gave a funny little toss of their hair, and responded in a good-natured tone:
“Oh? That’s fascinating. Much of what we study is, in fact, quite old indeed. There are even some professors here at Benthic who study Middle English for fun, and while it is in fact the same language, it's hardly useful for modern communication. But while modern argot can come and go, older words in the Correspondence have a more predicable and enduring weight, and can be used to communicate in a very special and flammable way."
But that's what The Academic said in English. The funny flip of the hair curled their ponytail in a wide swoop into a zigzag, the strange arc of their sleeve found itself at odds with their coattails, the gleam of the light bouncing off their monocle finishing as punctuation.
Old Fire Smokes Out the Entire Hive/Your (Queen)Mom Giveth and Taketh It with Stunning Frequency
Now that was an insult straight from The Iron Republic. So fresh, it might already be illegal on Wednesdays. The Academic lacked the limbs to distribute their weight properly; the garments helped, and the point was communicated pretty damned clearly. But as they returned to their normal posture, they were favoring their right leg. The Rose Giveth was as cruel to limbs as its parent language is to eyes, and The Academic hyperextended their ankle to prove a point.
"I can't say I know much about how The Masters speak other languages. But if you'd like to correct my verbiage in the future, then you know what to do." They offered a friendly wink, and put a hand on their hip, risking another twisted ankle.
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Re: Lecture
Date: 2025-06-17 09:00 pm (UTC)“Oh? That’s fascinating. Much of what we study is, in fact, quite old indeed. There are even some professors here at Benthic who study Middle English for fun, and while it is in fact the same language, it's hardly useful for modern communication. But while modern argot can come and go, older words in the Correspondence have a more predicable and enduring weight, and can be used to communicate in a very special and flammable way."
But that's what The Academic said in English. The funny flip of the hair curled their ponytail in a wide swoop into a zigzag, the strange arc of their sleeve found itself at odds with their coattails, the gleam of the light bouncing off their monocle finishing as punctuation.
Old Fire Smokes Out the Entire Hive/Your (Queen)Mom Giveth and Taketh It with Stunning Frequency
Now that was an insult straight from The Iron Republic. So fresh, it might already be illegal on Wednesdays. The Academic lacked the limbs to distribute their weight properly; the garments helped, and the point was communicated pretty damned clearly. But as they returned to their normal posture, they were favoring their right leg. The Rose Giveth was as cruel to limbs as its parent language is to eyes, and The Academic hyperextended their ankle to prove a point.
"I can't say I know much about how The Masters speak other languages. But if you'd like to correct my verbiage in the future, then you know what to do." They offered a friendly wink, and put a hand on their hip, risking another twisted ankle.
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