Something a little fantastical
Who: Rita kyudousha, Break charientisms
Where: The Library
Style: Any~
Status: Closed
[How long has it been since she's been in the library?
Too long. Two weeks of stoic darkness, a respite of children's books scattered across the floor. But two weeks is far too long for something as trivial as that to sate her. She once lived and breathed between shelves, finding a mere existence slotted between the pages of books, devouring them with the appetite of the insatiable. Two weeks later, she's found a certain nostalgia in her return.
If there were any constants in this world beyond that of math, she thinks, it would be literature. Silent sentinels. The ones who not only acknowledge, but also zealously guard the existence of those precious words bound within parchments.
Timeless. Her hand strokes over a cover. Two. Three. She breathes it in. That scent. This sensation.
Home.]
Where: The Library
Style: Any~
Status: Closed
[How long has it been since she's been in the library?
Too long. Two weeks of stoic darkness, a respite of children's books scattered across the floor. But two weeks is far too long for something as trivial as that to sate her. She once lived and breathed between shelves, finding a mere existence slotted between the pages of books, devouring them with the appetite of the insatiable. Two weeks later, she's found a certain nostalgia in her return.
If there were any constants in this world beyond that of math, she thinks, it would be literature. Silent sentinels. The ones who not only acknowledge, but also zealously guard the existence of those precious words bound within parchments.
Timeless. Her hand strokes over a cover. Two. Three. She breathes it in. That scent. This sensation.
Home.]