Old Love Perhaps More (Mr. Felix)

[Mrs. Felix]

Abby walked along the hall, her heels clinking on the floor as she walked. Nestra moved slowly beside her looking up to her friend as Abby read her book laid on top all her papers and folders. She had a good idea for her students today, a big surprise. She had to thank her lucky stars that her married life had been such a great inspiration...and that was meant to be that she had learned a lot from her physiologist of a husband...ex...well the divorce was not really final on paper, only in her head...the one place everything happened to get lost.

She knew how to get her students into a subject. Like the whole famous Great Wall of China thing in 1999. Everyone remembered that even to this day, her class actually built the great Wall of chine with gym socks. Now that was impressive no matter who you were. Yes She was a clever, graceful, and funny sort of woman. Most certainly the best pick from her family.

Moving down the hall her face still stuck in her book she paid no attention to anything before...or around her in that case. Nestra tried to say something but it was to late to get a word out before the sound of Abby crashing to the ground rang in her ears. She slipped on a pencil and feel backwards on her hind end with all her papers flittering about the place like a piñata shot with an AK47.

The only thing she managed to say as she hoisted herself into a sitting position was, "Graceful...yes indeed." She snatched a paper floating by her and looked it over with a smile, "So that is where this one went. I have been looking for you since last quarter."

[Professor Jonathan Felix]

The nightmares again had visited him in the night liike a silent creeper waiting to cause him damage, causing him to awaken in a cold sweat that had nothing there for comfort but a large polar bear, no warms arm to emcompass him and tell him it was alright, no wife to murmur to him that it would be fine. That part of his life had passed and was over. As much to her as it was to him. He could not go on with the constant discussions and the worries, they were the worst. They could have adopted they could have looked beyond the troubles of there own lives, and carried on together but it had grown into something to large for either of them and in the end, Jonathan felt it was best they be parted. It wasn't that he disliked his wife, she was funny and sweet. She had a darkness inside much like he did. She had been the one love of his life he thought unfailing, yet here they were in the same school yet worlds apart. The divorce had not been finalized, he had not placed his name on the papers but it was as good as done he supposed. Jonathan had left those thoughts for darker times, when the flickering of the fire offered him no solace and when the night was too cold.

He had just dismissed hiis class and stopped to listen to a few of his student talk to him about the lesson, or to ask questions. Sometimes he thought some of the students might be sweet on him. He was a psycologist and given to know those sort of things. Jonathan ran a hand through his hair, today he had a touch of a headache, and felt he should probly get himself something to eat and take something for it. Adter the nightmares there was just no help for it. So with a please pardon me. Jonathan had made his way down the hall in a touch of a hurry. Expensive leather shoes tapped steadily on the hard floor, with there beautiful pattern under-foot. Normally he would take time to admire it in passing but today, he was just not feeling up to par. Long slender fingers rubbed his temples as he glanced down the hallway, normally he would avoid his wife, ex -wife he corrected himself mentally.. If he could help it. Jonathan recoginized her dishelved self and wanted to call out a warning to her, but it didn't pass his lips in time and he sighed to himself, he could not very well leave a woman, this woman in praticular on the floor in a pile, and so against his better judgement he jogged down the hallway to her side.

There were papers all over the place, she'd managed to slip on a pencil he suspected might have been behind her ear, or tucked into her hair. He glanced to the papers about her and slowly began to lend her a hand picking them up. His pale blue eyes not touching hers. His face was a mask of neutrality. "Honestly, its as though some one offered the coat the hallway in confetti ." he whispered softly continuing to gather her widely spread papers. He glanced to where Nestra was and offered the cat and shrug of his shoulders, this was something one became use to after awhile, he had no doubt that her companion had the same understanding that he did. "Graceful , yes most certainly." he chided gently as he turned his attention to her. "Just, a little less preceptive with a nose in a book." he said with a chuckle and sigh. At her enlightenment of finding a paper she had been looking for Jonathan grinned. It was odd he had been the more together one of the two of them. Immaculant was a good way to describe his tendacies to keep himself and the area up. Abby was just--not.

"Well than, if you'd like a hand up." he said moving to offer his hand to her. The other one held collected papers in it that he also intended to hand to her. The neutral mask slipping only faintly to a ghost of a smile. It was clear he'd had a night of it. The shadows were under his eyes. Though did not touch there pale depts. "I say, you took a spill there, you've not harmed your head have you ?" he asked looking concerned of her. Yet did not move until she was either on her feet of her own accordance, or had taken the offered hand up.

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[Mrs. Felix]

She spotted Jonathan and for a short moment she felt a little faint. The same faintness she got when her sister tried to pester her my corrupting her mind with her sick twisted words...but this faint didn't seem like a bad faint. It felt rather nice in fact. Almost falling forward she grabbed her forehead and pretended she had ht it even if she had only landed on her hind, but he didn't know that...he didn't have to know that.

"Yes...well I would be the one to do something like that...I thought I should have organized the papers better, then maybe they would have just slid from my folders rather then burst in a festive manner." She smiled sweetly, did she really ever have another sort of smile? Really it seemed the only moods she could be was happy, sad, and slightly annoyed.

Nestra looked up at him when he mentioned that Abby was graceful but was to into her book to look about the hall for danger. "Ha...graceful I bet, the woman can't dance, can't walk along a pole...she is as graceful as a stick. No one knows the meaning of grace as I do. And she is always unobservant...you of all people should know that...I try and tell her over and over...maybe she will listen to you...she..."

Batting Nestra away with a hand she giggled slightly and gathered up some more papers. "Nestra aren’t you the proud one...now hush." It was amazing how those two could be so close when it seemed they were always fighting. Their fights however never truly got dangerous or even serious. Most of the time it seemed they were just making fun of the other and they both laughed about it in the end.

"Yes thank you Jonathan." She replied to his offer for help and accepted his hand pulling herself off the ground and fixing her red skirt. She looked something like a misplace candy cane in the old hall. Her shirt red and white stripes and then her deep red skirt and black high heels. Her hair thrown up in a messy bun which probably took her all of a minute to do. She took up the pencil she had stepped on and smiled, "Oh hey this was one of mine...wonder how it got out here when my class is way over there. Funny thing I swear they jump into liveliness and run about school."

"Maybe the would not end up in such strange places if you were not always daydreaming...you have a nasty habit of it. Jonathan you two need to move in together otherwise the princess here will fall apart. Have you seen the house...good lord it looks like a storm blew through. I can't stand it...how am I suppose to clean up after this wreck of a woman? Besides she nee..."

Abby kicked Nestra in the chest with the back of her heel and giggled, "Oh Nessy what have I told you about medaling in other peoples affairs?"

"What have I told you about holding things in and lying to yourself?" There was no use arguing with that cat, she always won. No one could beat her in a debate...however once Jonathan had gotten her to shut up and so Abby tried not to make it a habit to run to him every time Nesstra got into an argument with her.

Putting a hand on her forehead she smiled and jokingly replied, "Oh Johnny, I think my head was harmed before I fell."

"At least you admit you are crazy..."

"Not crazy Nessa...I am...complicated...different...artistic..."

"...nuts, oh good lord and your children would have been the same way. It runs in your family."Some lines were not meant to be crossed and sometimes Nessra forgot that.

"Clytemnestra you wicked beast hold your tongue." Abby only ever called her by her full name when she had overstepped the boundaries and her words started to hurt her emotion. Her first urge was to run to Jonathan for help but she stood on her own now. Her second urge was to cry because even if she acted the part of a strong survivor she was fragile...it was easy to hurt her. Still she refrained from that and rather crossed her arms across her chest and looked to John. "You don't look so well, getting any sleep dear...Jonathan?" She put a hand lightly on his shoulder and looked into his pale blue eyes trying to remind herself not to get lost. In fact she drew up a road map just so she would never get lost in those eyes again...unfortunately like everything else she owned she had a way of losing it.

[Professor Jonathan Felix]

It was the same touch of energies that he had always had when he encountered Abby, she was the the center of his world for five long years. There was no mistaken that he would still shine brightly into the dimness that things had become. Life had a bad habit of making a muck of itself. That she was grabbing her head did worry him. Should he have one of the nurses take a look a her ? He wasn't sure. Should he insist that she lay down ? Jonathan ran a hand through his hair as he watched her trying to measure if she was hurt or it was just her pride she'd effected.

"Well I don't know, I think that the festive manner is certainly the way to go for you my dear." his tone held a hint of warmth. "It is nothing that we've not seen before with the exploding of paper. be it one of my notebooks, that feel from the desk, or some of the stationary." he laughed softly. "Hey now, there's a smile." he said fondly as he crouched in front of her. His hands resting on his knees, he wanted to reach out and touch her, pull her in an embrace like he would have when things were fine. It wouldn't have been unusual to see him walking with her through the halls, his voice lowered softly and quietly speaking to her, about her day or his. Quiet the opposite actually, Nestra." he said in all seriousness. "She dances just fine, " he was of course remembering there wedding. He leveled an almost frosty gaze of the car. "If spinning about makes her happy, and if dancing with the shadows that play, is something that makes her pleased, than tell me why, should I tell her to stop, to destroy what happiness she can draw from it ?" his words were close to being sharp, he did not like to hear an ill word from anyone let alone her Guardian of her.

"All cat's do not land on there feet, it is a proven fact, that if you cut the whiskers from one side of there faces that they will have all the grace of a rock falling down a hilly slope." he pointed out in that same soft quiet voice. He would not stand to hear such indignations againsr his wife...ex wife.He was glad they could laugh of such things, and he wished at times he could share in the light hearted banter.

He caught her hand with his, while his left swept around her waist to guide her to her feet carefully. "Your quiet welcome Abby, you should beaware of pencil of your own keeping, seeiking to do you harm." it was gentle teasing. She was dressed festive today, the red's really did set off her hair. It was something that Jonathan liked about her, the quirky attitude, the pleasent style of being herself and dressing accordingly. He smiled and gave her hand a single squeeze before answering her plantive question. "I suspect said pencil stowed itself into your bun, and slid out of your bun all on its own. I think that it was pleased to get away, that you slipped on it was likely an accident." again he gave her faint little smile. Returning to his full height as he did so, and glancing around them in the hallway, it seemed no one caught the incident but them, and that was how it could stay in his opinion.

Jonathan looked to her guardian as it addressed him spilling out its words as a teapot offered tea."There is little wrong with daydreaming and flights of fancy, they are actually quiet healthy. he said as he adjusted his tie and pressed his glasses back up his nose. "You know after things occured that the two of us can not move in together, and that we can't live like that anymore." he whispered to her heat coming into his cheeks. "You should be more greatful that you have such a lovely companion Nestra." he said simply. each Guardian is made to suit there companion and vice versa, I think you very much are similar and put on a good show." he said and glanced to Abby worried she was going to take herself off her feet again.

Jonathan feel silent as the two spoke of meddling in other busines, and the little roug play between them. It wasn't unlike himself and his companion, only his companion was big enough to win hands down. He didn't back down from debating with her companion, but he had proven more than one point. Jonathan was a master of meddling with the mind naturally debates came easily to him.Still he did not poke into what was between guardian and companion. He gentle cupped her face and peered at her forehead, brushing back the stray strands of hair, his lips curving faintly up at the side. "No, I see nothing wrong with your head, and vertainly nothing wrong with it before you fell either." he told her softly. "You figure things out in your own way, and you are your own person, and that is as important as fitting in, daring to be different."

"Crazy, sane who is to judge, you would judge her so readily, and you call yourself her firned." he scolded the cat, and turned to speak to Abby, but his features drained of all color except for his eyes which were brillant blue. If the words had hurt Abby they had dealt him an almost physical blow, and his eyes darkened , full lips twitched he was barely able to hld the fragile strings of his temper. It was because of children that all there grief was born and that Clytemnestra would so casually fling that out there, between them was enough to make Jonathan want to ring her fuzzy neck. He refrained if only barely by clenching his fists at his side, and his words were soft."If you wish things to stay cordgial you will hold your tongue on that subject, Clyemnestra." his words were stiff and the emotions in them were raw pain. He had a mind of walking away and not looking back, he was in such a state.

"No, my sleep has not been well my dear." he said softly and covered her hand with his, lightly. Gently holding it within his strong grip, though never hard enough to hurt her. "Thank you for the concern ma petite fleur." he said quietly, and glanced to her guardian he couldn't shake his bad feelings, and turned his attention back to her. "Pardon me, if I do not wish to say more in the presence of your friend, I think she has said enough to hurt us both this evening, but you are correct in your thoughts on my sleep." he did not break eye contact with her. "Maybe if you would like, we can discuss it later, privately." he added, clearly indicating that her guardian was not at the top of his list this evening.

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[Mrs. Felix]

Nestra seemed to shrink down to the size of a cub as Jonathan yelled at her. She was embarrassed and felt that she was belittled which she didn't like all that much. Most of all she had hurt Abby which bothered her even more. Nestra spent all her energy trying to keep people from hurting her and her she was doing all the deep damage. Her words were often time just playful debates to get Abby into a good discussion, but sometimes they acted as daggers to the poor girls fragile heart.

Sneaking up to her she rubbed her head on Abby's leg with water eyes. "I am sorry dear. I didn't mean to...I, well you know how I can get carried away. Just an old grouch of a creature." Nestra realized the jealousy she had sometimes, that almost made her lose her mind enough to say something hurtful. She tried to protect Abby and make her happy, but at the same time she didn't like other people to 'take her away'. That was probably a reason she was always so snappy around Jonathan.

He had hurt Abby with the breakup even if Abby had called for it, and he had taken Abby away from her once. Patting Nestra on the head she gave her a little smile. Abby could never get angry at her, Nestra always seemed to be the person making her feel better when she had a problem, and that panther had an answer for everything, in fact Nessy helped her out most of all with the whole child problem. She had told her that the reason she could not have children was so she could help hundreds of other children. Fair trade correct?

"Understandable. We can talk about it at your office later...I would say mine but I need to clean up. To much clutter, you know me." Not only that but she was painting a mural on her wall to liven it up so she had plastic laid down all over the place. She had to make her office just as eccentric as she was. There was just simply no other way. Some people would even joke that everything Abby touched ends up sooner or later looking like it had been attacked by angry rainbow welding Lepricons.

Abby glanced down at Nestra and then back to Jonathan, "You know she meant nothing by it, just...Nestra can be very...angry...but better her then me right. We all know how I can get, and even I don't like to see myself angry."

Abby hated to see something bother Jonathan. She was the type of person who loved to fix people, she felt that she had to help everyone that needed help. An old reflex of hers happened to kick in as she gave him a hug. Her mind stopped her for a moment as she wrapped her arms around him and thought of how incredibly awkward that must be...for both of them. Jumping back quickly she straightened out her shirt and acted like it never happened. Abby was very good at pretending something didn't happen, she did it with her students all the time.

“Would you like to walk me to class, maybe talk about how our lives have been going. I know I have some pretty interesting stories to tell” She always had interesting stories to tell.

[Professor Jonathan Felix]

He was not one for anyone hurting Abby, it bothered him deeply that he had hurt her by leaving but hadn't that been what was for the best. Hadn't that been what was needed, what he thought she wanted. For a mind reader perhaps he had read her wrongly. Jonathan ran a hand slightly through his head as Nestra shrunk back from him and his scolding tone. Jonathan hadn't actually yelled, it was just that when he focused himself with his mind gifts, it might seem like it, since he likely projected mentally as well. There was no not hearing him if he felt it needed apparently. He kept his gaze steady on Abby not dropping to regard her guardian again not until he'd calmed down, his wife, was an empathy and would most certainly know that he was hurt.

Jiore was less jealous of his companions love, he found it more like making a pack. It was a good feeling to the large bear, who speaking of which had come trotting from the side hallway feeling Jonathan's emotions. He paused and looked between those gathered and stopped short just behind Jonathan his nose pressed to the base of his companions spine in greeting, and to let him know he was there. He nodded his head to both Nestra and Abby before turning his gaze back on Jonathan, to make sure the young man kept his emotions in check, he was very good at being there to sooth, the man who seemed able to sooth others but not himself.

No matter how much she had helped her companion, Jonathan didn't think telling her that was a way to help her. He wondered if there weren't other ways to go about it. Magical means might have even worked, but it was difficult to talk when no one was listening, or when things came out wrong. He was still having the nightmares about his father, and in fact they had returned in all but full force, since Jonathan had been living on his own. He had taken a town house of his own, off in the city, where he never really was , he usually opted for a bed in the Lionclaw dorm. Since he didn't have to leave the school than and could be closer to his students if they needed him. Since his life didn't really function outside Arcanes walls, not that they could not but just that he felt more inclined to be among those he cared for.

color=003333]"Ah you as well as I do the clutter never bothered me, love."

[/color] he answered with a wave of his hand. "Meet where you are comfortable at."his tone had become milder again and he even released her hand from his grip. She had decorated the walls of there home completely and Jonathan had not minded that, it was making it her home as much as there's and he had even helped her. He was not as much an eye for art as his wife had been, but he had painted the bedroom to reflect the shifting of the night to day. Mostly because the stars actually twinkled and the clouds would move too, he'd always though children would find that fascinating and Abby had wanted children as much as he had it had seemed a natural thing to do.

She hugged him and it did surprise him caused his heart to beat a touch faster and he hugged her back. Before she scooted back and away from him. She pretended that it didn't happen and Jonathan drew himself up straiter. "She makes fun of you far to much and you let her Abby, you are a wonderful person and should not be made fun of or poked in such ways, she had no right to say what she did to you to to me. Do not make excuses for her, my dear if you always let her get away with it, than she'll keep doing it." he'd told her this before so it was like de ja vu.

When he was asked to walk her to class, Jonathan bowed shortly "It would be my delight." he said and offered her an arm. That was how Jonathan had always been, Chilvary was not dead.
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[Mrs. Felix]

She pulled a stray strand of her hair from her face and tucked it lightly behind her ear. Taking the extra pencil in her hand she placed it behind her ear. She had wondered so many times why she did that, it made her look...organized and she was far from organized. Closing her book she smiled again, "Better not read this right now." Now most woman read romance novels...Abby not so much. She was no saint or virgin sort of woman...but she didn't like reading about other peoples relationships and what they did behind closed doors.

She would act very naive even if she was far from in, in fact she acted like more of someone who never paid attention even though she picked up what everyone said. Abby was a trick one indeed. The interesting thing was the fact however that she was reading a book on the crusades. A history book no less, mixing her two favorite things in all the world, history and literature. There was a time she actually was going to be the English teacher but history needed her skills far more what with all the children falling asleep in that class.

"Well if you don't mind the paint then you could come to my office. I am...redecorating it." Looking over his shoulder she spotted Jiore walking their way. Giving a nod of her head she held her files close to her chest and greeted the polar bear. "Hello Jiore, I've missed you. How are you dear?"

Jonathan was very upset, she could tell, she could feel it. What do you do with someone who helps the world but never helps themselves? Do you listen to them and give them your advice...especially when you are someone most adult men never take seriously which honestly she got a little sick of. People looked at her and saw...well those women of the 1800's. Back in the days when women were believed to have brains the size of squirrels. Well she refused that, a few blind dates and a few short flirtatious sessions had really gotten to her and she put her foot down to not being taken seriously.

Still she had to admit she could not openly tell someone how they have hurt her or that they were rather rude. She just was to nice to say anything against a person. Her weakness and her cures. "I know she dose...but she dose not mean anything by it. Nestra really dose hold me together for the most part. The only problem I have is that I am horrible at fighting back. But I have made fun of her all the same."

She took his arm when he agreed to walk her to the classroom and smiled. "So Jonathan how has single life been treating you? Meet any nice girls yet? I myself gave up dating for a while. I went on a bunch of blind dates...mother set them up, you know the men she picks. Lawyers, doctors, bankers...not really my type. All of the dates ended in shambles, one of them was not even aware I am a witch. Then I found a nice guy at a bar and he was rather nice until I caught him trying to spike my drink. Some men honestly Jonathan, I got so lucky finding you the first time. Then there was Mr. Dragoni...but well...it was more of a childish school girl crush. I don't want to love someone for there looks. Mother is also back to her old tricks of finding a husband for me...oh that woman sometimes. I think she still will not accept that well....she is disappointed I think. Gab refuses to settle down...he is worse then I am...Lydia is busy with work and has no planes on even getting married, Morgan is to young and besides she is to busy with her boyfriend and flying all over the world…Ariel…um she hates kids but at least she got married you have to give her that much, and then there is me…well mother is most certainly not getting any grandchildren from me. You would think with all those kids one of them would have kids of their own. I think the Murphy family is cursed. Dad always did say his father was cursed. Oh and of course now I am good at cooking, who would think? Funny thing is once my life feel apart I actualy became better wife material...sort of...I still detest cleaning."