Apprentice Devall - Chapter 1 - The Conversation
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It's been a highly lengthy time since I've perceived that scared. As I ambled to the conversation guest room down all those dusty hallways, I began to realize how desperate I was to join The Order. It was vital for me to make a great first impression. I must have stood in front of my mirror that morning for at least an hour, making sure there wasn't a hair out of place on my head, and trying to get the node of my tie looking as ideal as possible. I don't think anything could have well-prepped me for the guest room where my conversation took place. Everything in there was gleaming white: the walls, the furniture, the carpet. The canal had been really dark and lined with wooden panels, so my eyes fought to adjust to the unexpected brightness. Master Napoli was standing in the space. I'll be honest; the look of him nearly made me gasp. He looked so powerful, clothed in his fitted milky suit. He was dark-featured and he had the sort of marvelous looks I always associated with Italian men. It's funny- before I came here, I'd never questioned my sexuality, but some of the Lecturers are distractingly great looking. I mean, it's not that I'm attracted to them as such, but I am in awe of them. I find myself imagining how it would perceive to be one of them. Does that make sense?
It's been a highly lengthy time since I've perceived that scared. As I ambled to the conversation guest room down all those dusty hallways, I began to realize how desperate I was to join The Order. It was vital for me to make a great first impression. I must have stood in front of my mirror that morning for at least an hour, making sure there wasn't a hair out of place on my head, and trying to get the node of my tie looking as ideal as possible. I don't think anything could have well-prepped me for the guest room where my conversation took place. Everything in there was gleaming white: the walls, the furniture, the carpet. The canal had been really dark and lined with wooden panels, so my eyes fought to adjust to the unexpected brightness. Master Napoli was standing in the space. I'll be honest; the look of him nearly made me gasp. He looked so powerful, clothed in his fitted milky suit. He was dark-featured and he had the sort of marvelous looks I always associated with Italian men. It's funny- before I came here, I'd never questioned my sexuality, but some of the Lecturers are distractingly great looking. I mean, it's not that I'm attracted to them as such, but I am in awe of them. I find myself imagining how it would perceive to be one of them. Does that make sense?
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