The Downsides To Potions

Insomnia: *He rolled his neck slightly as he walked towards the potions building. He'd only been in there a few times, having not wanted to disturb Professor Saylem as much as possible, but his concern over other people's comfort was dwindling rather rapidly as of late. He braided his hair as he walked, only stopping as he reached the door, in order to give it a hearty knock. He stood at the professor's office door patiently, finishing his braid off, and letting it lay over one shoulder and against his chest*

Saylem: *He was humming lightly to himself as he sat at his desk, it wasn't exactly the best thing, but with the stress of his situations with his first son at the moment, he had taken a potion that put alterations upon emotions, upping his mood to keep him in a better mood, in a sense, the potion edited out anything that would cause the opposite to its affects, thus all stressful things were put aside for the moment, all thoughts of a particular boy gone for the day. He looks up swiftly as he hears a knock at the door, assuming it to be a student in need of assistance over something, of course it wouldn't be Drae, the male always shadows his way in instead of knocking or using the door, when he stands and strides over to the door, opening it to see Insomnia standing across from him, his face going to a surprised smile. Though the boy had a part of basis after him, he'd never spent much time with him before, even during class* Insomnia~! *He stood aside and opened the door more for him* Do come in~! What brings you to my fair classroom?

Insomnia: *He wondered if Saylem was always surprised to see people at his door. In all honesty he didn't find himself all too shocking. He'd stopped wearing all black because it would draw questions from his parent, and returned to his older garb with the addition of skin tight black sleeves that lay over the top of his hand. He didn't like things touching him, and the aversion was getting worse. He offers a trained, but pleasant, smile to Saylem in greeting* I have some questions about the assignment, and ...well, it said to discuss some things, and i figured you might be the best person to discuss with....

Saylem: *He was fooled by the trained smile, thinking that the boy was in a pleasant and well off mood, not yet seeing any of the small signs beings put off when they were in a dark mood, welcoming Insomnia into his class before walking back to his chair, plopping down into it, folding his hands in his lap and nodding at Insomnia* I would be the best to go to~! After all, I am the one who made such an assignment! Do tell, what is troubling you my dear boy. *He gestured to a stray chair, for Insomnia to pull up and sit near him, these days, he wasn't much of one to think about personal space*

Insomnia: *He comes over and sits on the other side of the desk* ....well it's obvious that the first part of the assignment...discussing their failures........Do you just need to know about the fact that....they wanted something and got the opposite, i'm...i'm just not sure what you want from that. *he sighs softly, knowing his explanation was rather weak*

Saylem: *He swivels his chair a bit to face Insomnia where he sits at the side of his desk, tilting his head a bit, chuckling slightly as he leans forward and settles his hands on the surface of the desk* My apologies for causing you confusion. You see, what I mean by this, is I would so like for the rest of you to consider a potion that you, it matters not what it is, would so like to create, but like these figures, how it would go wrong. The opposite of the potion you intended, in short. How you would feel over such a thing occurring. What would happen to you. Is that a bit more clear~?

Insomnia: ......So you want us to just think over what we would make? *he folds his hands* .....then.....can i simply...talk it over with you? *A potions that would backfire. What sort of thing did he want so badly that it would turn back around and destroy itself with the opposite effect? His mind raced with all sorts of possibilities. The temptation to simply make a poison out weighed everything else*

Saylem: *The teacher nods enthusiastically* It is all a hypothetical situation, but I want complete honesty from all of my students. What potion seems to catch their attention the most, what could simply catch your fancy and cause you to work toward the creation of this potion, that would be the key to your inner most desires, but would simply backfire and what would this result be. Let us discuss~

Insomnia: I can only think of two things i'd want to make a potion for. *he muses, laying his arms on the desk and clasping his hands together. Saylem was still unsettling to him. He didn't like looking at the man directly due to the eye similarities.* But you want us to be completely honest and tell you what they are?

Saylem: *He turns a little from side to side in the chair, watching Insomnia the whole time, awaiting his answer, putting out his hands slightly at the mention of the two potions* There is indeed a start, having knowledge of a few desires may assist you with narrowing it down to a specification that will eventually be your answer. *He began to notice that the boy never looked him in the eye, tilting his head slightly toward him, wondering why... Insomnia's looks didn't bother him, but the question did a bit* Anything you are absolutely comfortable with of course. I am simply your teacher, you do not need to force yourself to inform me of anything...

Insomnia: *his gaze meets the teacher's for the first time and he looks unblinkingly at the man* I believe i would like to work towards some form of potion to evoke emotions or to destroy one utterly. *His mind reeled with the uses for such things. He could think of so many so quickly*

Saylem: *At first, he was happy to meet Insomnia's gaze, but something about the unblinking stare, whatever thoughts Insomnia held in his subconscious...They made him wary...Perhaps, worried for the boy, especially after he spoke...He sat forward a bit, propping his elbows up on the desk, settling his hands under his chin, not yet asking why, but quietly asking the next part of the classwork, his voice slightly hushed* Then tell me... Insomnia... What in the world would happen to the one who would take this potion that brings forth the destruction of ones emotions...

Insomnia: I'd want their mind to deteriorate, much like one does during insanity, but instead of intensifying them, and causing control to be lost, i want them to be turned cold and unfeeling. Not like a psychopath, but in the way that they would care they couldn't feel. *his hands clasped tightly together on the desk, though he remains placid and calm otherwise*

Saylem: ...Insomnia... *He rises up and sits on the desk as well, a little ways away from the boy, letting his orange eyes rest on the male for a moment, simply examining him before continuing on* You began with the world 'want', you did not begin with anything that indicated your simple, unbias belief on how the potion would affect the target, in a sense, you...Is...Thee a reason for this...? *His eyes moved from the male's face to down to his hands, wanting to reach out and remove the pale hands from the desk to be sure he remained unharmed, but kept his distance*

Insomnia: *He looks at Saylem. He wasn't sure if he should fully trust the man. after all, Saylem was his father's friend, and he did not want anything to get back to his father....or ..his mother for that matter. He moves to stand, not liking the positioning Saylems new seat placed them at. He would not be looked down upon.* Do you want me to be completely honest with you Saylem? I'm not sure if i should. Out bursts don't bode well when they get back to my parent.

Saylem: *It's obvious that Insomnia didn't move simply because he felt like it, there was an absolute reason behind it was because Saylem sat next to him and nothing more...It brought his spirits down a bit, the potion unable to stop anything new. Why did the boy show fear toward him...? What had he done...He stands up himself, folding his hands in front of him and nodding* I will tell no one... *He brings a finger up to his lip, smiling slightly, showing a symbol of quiet* My lips are absolutely sealed, say what you please, it will not leave this room...

Insomnia: I want everyone to suffer in this imitation of life that i am forced to experience every waking moment. *He stares stone like at Saylem, his smile no longer softening any of his words, his tone cold.* I have read what all parts of life art supposed to be like and i have experienced none of them. I did not ask for my parent to bring me into this world and certainly i am nothing but a failed experiment to Miminger. Something to be improved on. Even he doesn't understand how much of a failure he's done. He simply hates the idea that he may have messed up somewhere in my design.

Saylem: *His silence reigns over the room after Insomnia finishes his speech, his eyes, those eyes that were the same as his own, kept on looking at him with that expression that showed an underlying pain, something hidden but something grasped. And Saylem gained that horrible feeling that he had fault in that, he takes a cautious step toward Insomnia, putting out a hand toward him, the same pale white hand that Insomnia's skin was modeled after, a smile forming back on his face* I think you're beautiful, Insomnia.

Insomnia: Beauty does not make a sculpture unflawed. * He sits there, mirroring the art piece he described, his face unmoving and statue like.* Now i came here to finish my assignment, not waste your time. I apologize, but what more need i do? *He doesn't recoil from Saylem, unsure what exactly the teacher's intentions were. The least he could do was allow him to go through with his action*

Saylem: Beauty is inside and out, beauty of the skin, beauty of the flesh, beauty of the soul, beauty of the person. Beauty does not just count toward an outside experience... *He began toward the other, his steps slow and soft as he approached the boy, keeping the same soft smile on his face* They count toward the entire being itself... *He moved forward, wrapping his arms about Insomnia for a light embrace, not wanting to overwhelm or scare the boy, or talk about the assignment yet, just show him proper fatherly affection, despite any threats he was given against showing Insomnia extra attention*

Insomnia: *He watches as the other approaches* I Have no soul, i have no flesh, and what is inside me is nothing close to beautiful. *He stood still for the embrace, staring at the wall for a moment* .....do you want me to react appropriately? I don't know what you want from me Professor.

Saylem: I do not believe this... *He stands back a little, examining Insomnia with a soft expression, lifting a hand up to put it upon the side of the boys face, tilting his own head a bit* I do not expect you to do anything that you would be uncomfortable with Insomnia. I just want you to be happy...Your father may not want this but...He is...Emotionally...Different from others...I want to be someone who can be there for you, you know? *He could feel his nerves rising. Helmy wouldn't find out. Helmy wouldn't find out. This was going to be alright. He didn't need to be afraid of the boy. He could feel his own stress and worries fading away at the potions strong capabilities*

Insomnia: *He watches Saylem, lifting his own hand and placing it over the teacher's on his cheek.* Even you are afraid of my life. *he says quietly, removing both their hands* I'm tired of trying to be happy, it's much easier not to. *His eyes slowly narrow at Saylem's unfeigning response to everything* My mother makes attempts to be there for me, and i do not even want her concern. I'm sick of the students here and their concern. They only mess things up with their attempts to be close to eachother. They all seem incapable of doing it right.

Saylem: *He creases his brows at the claim. Not resisting as Insomnia removes his hand away from the males face. Sighing a bit, he moves away from Insomnia, leaning against the desk again, crossing his arms* You see, what you have my dear boy, is the case of the teenage blues...Yours are more complicated due to being what you are, but...Teenagers usually become susceptible to these sorts of thoughts and situations over time, but things do in fact become better, I was a teenager once myself you know. *Technically due to his Trickster form never aging, he still was*

Insomnia: Blues would imply that i'm feeling sad in some way. *He still looks blankly at Saylem, all he wanted was to get this assignment over with, he had no desire to stay and talk about teens and the issues they might face with their outlooks on life. He'd read enough on that to know it was a stupid condition which most adolescent beings suffered. Perhaps someone should work towards a cure for that*

Saylem: Then tell me what you're feeling... *His words were sincere, he didn't believe Insomnia was really making anything up to himself and he was worried...He wanted to make sure there was some way to help this boy through his suffering, a way for him to live this life he was given properly..*

Insomnia: I'm not. *He answers back, befor smiling suddenly as if nothing had ever been wrong.* I can give you any face you want, i can respond correctly *He chuckles and then falls back to the blank gaze* And i can pretend, and try my hardest to imitate them, but the only thing i seem to be able to actually manage, is anger.

Saylem: *The smile only brings a deeper frown to his face, he could tell this time that it was faked...It was more then obvious this time, he shook his head, hands tightening into fists* Do not pretend with me Insomnia! Anything I could want would be to see the real you past this mask you put up! I cannot stand masks, I despise them, I simply want to see the you behind it!

Insomnia: There is nothing worth looking at Saylem! I am just one more student in one more class. Your concern is appreciated but i should not be so important to you in this matter, i'm just another kid with issues. *his eyes are cold* Mine just won't work out.

Saylem: *He sighs once again, how many times during this day has he sighed so far...? He brings a hand up to place it on the side of Insomnia's head, trying to be convincing with the teenager...But this WAS a teenager...* Give things time and they will...You have people to go to, to escape your predicament, myself, and, are you not wonderfully close with Erin...?

Insomnia: I don't know you that well, and Erin is busy having a life of her own. *his eyes grow colder, but he doesn't pull away from the touch of Saylem's cold hand. Erin......He wanted Erin to suffer beyond all else, he wanted her to disolve from his life and be away from it. Hypocritcal bitch. He could pretend for her all he wanted, but he had no desire to have her anywhere naer him ever. He simply wouldn't pull away when she came to him.*

Saylem: Friends will always make time for one another...And...I should like to get to know you Insomnia...After all, we are technically related aren't we...? You and I should really get to know one another, don't you believe...? It would be nice...

Insomnia: .....we're....not related.... *he looks at Saylem oddly, straightening up and tensing. What did he mean related.....get to know eachother....what...why... would be nice? Did he honestly believe that they were...* I do not have blood or family further from my parent who created me.... *he's very tense, very confused*

Saylem: In a way we are...You and I...You were based off of me after all... *He had heard this talked of in front of him with Mimsy and Insomnia present previously.* I consider you a part of my family...I have a rather small family, with no actual relations as well, but they are my family, no matter what...I will want you within this group if you'd like to be...

Insomnia:.....i'm....made......designed...after..you? *his hand goes swiftly to his right eye.* N-no....No that's not right, why wasn't i told then, you're lying, you have to be lying! *Saylem....no actual relations.....Drae being willing to speak to his parent....Saylem wanting to help him...this was too much. He didn't like the way this fit. He didn't want it*

Saylem: Ah...Insomnia, how...How in the world did you not know this...? *He thought that for sure, Mimsy and Miminger would have TOLD him or so much as warned Saylem himself not to say anything...* I...There is no big deal about it...You...You had to be created some way or another, I simply had a part in the design of your... Appearance...

Insomnia: Are you serious? *he looks at him with wide eyes, he seems almost frightened by the idea, but with the way things are working out.....something was trying to click in his brain* .....You....i'm designed from you? from another person...who...then.... Saylem are you serious You're not joking with me? I do not like jokes so much.

Saylem: Ah... *He was...Surly not happy...This was bad...He straightened his posture, but dropped his shoulders a bit* Insomnia...I am not joking... Please...Do not feel this is a bad thing... *He laughs nervously* I am not so bad...I think I am quite pretty really, and you are as well...Even more so, really ;v;...

Insomnia: I do not care about external appearances! Saylem who is in your acquired family?! *his eyes widen, his hands tightening to fists with mild rage that swells in him at the possible answers. Things were finally starting to make sense, but he'd been lied to. He'd been lied to by his mother *

Saylem: A-Ah...W-Well...I consider your mother and...Your father as my family...Drae is my mate so he is a part of my family...I consider Razik, a boy named Valentine, and another teacher here Kazu as a part of my family...Then a man named Amal, and then... *He had no clue of the tension between Insomnia and Helmy, that Helmy wanted to kill him, he just was stressed from the trouble Helmy was causing as he spoke* Helmy is a part of my family...

Insomnia: THAT'S WHY!? That guy wants me DEAD!? Oh my god! You're what he's talking about! You're the reason he's so pissed at me all the time! What the hell sort of shit ....i.... *he grits his teeth* What else do i have to discuss with you to finish this assignment? I'm very much wishing to leave for my room. Very.Much. *he can feel the blood pounding in his head with anger*

Saylem: Huh...HUH? *He stared back at Insomnia, bewildered, having no clue what or who he referred to* Wants you dead? By the spirits Insomnia, what in the world do you mean!? Who in the world wants you dead and...What does it have to do with me?! *He pauses for a moment breathing through his nose* Simply...What we discussed earlier...What potion you should like to make and how it would react oppositely like the characters in the stories...

Insomnia: It would act oppositely by being something pleasant like an upper for moods instead of destroying them. An increase in sensitivity to emotion instead of numbness. *he turns and starts for the door.* Is that all? *Helmy was Saylem's welp......and Insomnia's design was where the hatred came from. He hadn't had a choice in it....but his parent's choice in models now brought him into a life with a fatal enemy...*

Saylem: *He didn't want to tell him. This was clear. It made his shoulders droop, staring off, his good mood destroyed. Just like the opposite to Insomnia's potion...* I see, well...Turn it in to me tomorrow during class written down and...I shall accept that...Insomnia... *He looked back up slowly* Was it...Helmy...Who threatened you...?

Insomnia: He did not threaten me. *He goes to the door and grasps the handle, sending a glance back with the sharp orange eye.* He tried to kill me. *he says venomously*

Saylem: *His breath stops for a moment. He lived in such a fantasy world, really...A world where Helmy didn't hurt people, where things with the boy would improve, where he could help Insomnia, that everyone wouldn't push him away the more he tried. But part of this fantasy shattered into a thousand pieces as Insomnia said those words...* No...I...He...Couldn't...Have...

Insomnia: *He watches as Saylem's world shatters around him.....and loves it. His gaze is captivated by the smashed mood and the way his idealistic views drip bloodilly to the floor.* It's fine, *he turns back to the door and opens it.* I'm used to being wanted dead. Good day Saylem. *He steps out, and shuts the door behind him, leaving the teacher alone to fester with the ideas.*