Thread: Professor Dilemma {Niklaus Wirth & Enigma_x}

After a painfully anticipatory walk along the hallways, addressing a few bid-adieu nods of students, Niklaus reached the entryway of his office. Locked. He heaved a sigh, and rummaged through the pockets of his pants to fish out the key. Once he had succeeded discovering the uniquely carved metal, he proceeded to unlock, and push the door ajar. Dropping his bags, and other belongings onto the couch, the male ambled around the interiors, maneuvering along the assortment of plain furniture in there. Hed let his hands trace along the surface of his assistants Avas table, trying to source the reason of her distress. He didnt hate her if anything, he found himself responsible for her. Nothing. He didnt find any indication, or documented scribbling, anything at all thatd point him in the right direction. A forlorn sigh escaped through the narrow gap between the males lips, moseying back to his chair whose shoulders he had adorned with his suit. Taking a seat, he goes on about to investigate the thesis he had mentioned hed be reviewing. Not a few minutes later, his attention is averted towards the door. Niklaus fought the virtuous grin of glee that threatened to appear on his face no sooner did he come to see her. Youre late, managed Niklaus instead of showing his appreciation of her presence he had to act how he had always been in front of her. Except now, it was becoming increasingly difficult. He heard her response, her reasoning to back her delay. Some vague professor you arent taking a name of. Sounds like a good reason to be late, indeed. He sensed a lie, and made sure she was aware with that sardonic tone of his response. At this point, with the females hasty movements in and around the office, he had failed to notice any signs of abuse on his visage, and reverted back reviewing the thesis, although keep a watch at her through the corner of his peripheral vision. Noticing her walk up towards his desk, he closed the booklet, and cleared a space for her to lean against, and elaborate her concern. Looking at the displayed papers, he does indeed notice stark similarities, but furrowed his brows looking up towards the female, as if trying to contemplate why she came forward to ask an assistant always did know these little things, and it wasnt something one would come up to him to ask. What she needed to do was painfully obvious, but yet she still came to him? Was there some ulterior motive to her actions desperation, attention-seeking, and carrying an air of glum? His gaze traveled from the papers, and then upwards in pursuit of her eyes, but in doing so, hed not fail to notice the blatant gap between her neck-line and the hem of the jumper revealing quite a great deal of her undergarments. He hadnt looked at any of the students this way just as he was doing right now, and he felt it was wrong, yet he felt comfort in such a sin. He gulped, but soon his eyes began to notice the patches of coloration that werent her skins produce. They were all over her body at least the parts he could see. Just as he looked further up in surprise, he discerned the print of scarlet on one side of her cheek unmistakably, it was hand print, and clearly that wasnt there that morning. Even he could put two and two together, and conclude this happened moments before she came into the office, for shades and prints like those tend to fade with time, and this mark appeared fresh. Was it the result of her meeting with the professor she made an excuse of for arriving late? Ava He murmured, but before he could intone in a more audible fashion, she had made her way back to her desk. Niklaus rose from his seat, his senses were alarming him of something inapt that was going on. The matters appeared more, and more pressing the turn of events through the day, albeit only pieces of the whole story that seemed to be in play, was truly incomprehensible. He could hear the chime of her phone, follow Avas gaze when they befall on her devices screen. Athletic agility forced a reflex out of him, causing him to dodge the projectile of a phone that was hurled across the room. Perplexed, dazed, baffled at her reaction of the notification, Niklaus grimaced. What the fuck! blurted the professor, unsure of what in the world was spiraling behind his back. He appeared more concerned than shocked at this point, noticing the tears betraying their master, and embarking on the red-tinted skin of her cheek. Niklaus moved closer towards Ava, standing right by her should she seek any support from his side for whatever that was disturbing her. What happened? Why are you crying? He inquired, a hand reaching forward, tip of his digits gently wiping the stray droplets on her visage. Are you okay? Tell me whats wrong, spoke the blonde, trying to untangle the mesh of unknown variables that kept appearing in front of him, his hands then looping around Avas head, inclining her face to meet his glance. Im going to do everything I can to help you out, Ava, but you have to trust me, and tell me whats wrong. His offering was uncharacteristic of him. Only moments earlier, he was fighting to keep his emotions at bay, trying to act the stern professor he was known to the lass, but her outburst, and out-pour of emotions seemed to her broken through that wall, and his commiserative nature, his true nature, was brought forth. Something told him this had something to do with Mr. Bishop, but he needed a confirmation of his skepticism, and only her words would put that stamp of authenticity on it. Niklaus gently caressed the side of her cheek that had the mark of abuse, trying to soothe and comfort her troubled, and as he was sure a slapdash of sentiments.