AION
Aion had usually found libraries calming, the soft ruffle of book pages being turned and pens scratching parchment surface becoming a sort of white noise in the back of his mind, quieting him and allowing him to focus. It never mattered if it was an actual library or a makeshift office; as long as a book wasn’t too far from his grasp it made him feel safe.
That wasn’t the case here.
It was no fault of the architect, nor even the figures scattered about the great hall, for they were quite literally as quiet as mice. It was his own mind, refusing to turn off long enough to relax. He felt guilty for stopping in to see the records at all, for even a few minutes taken to sightsee were a few minutes he could have spent looking for his mate. ’But I’m already here,’ he had told himself, never slowing his pace around the outskirts of the bookshelves, ’I might as well be sure he isn’t here somewhere.’ He probably looked quite strange, circling the room and glancing into every corridor and study room he passed. Any white coat or flash of blue gave him reason to pause, to double-check that the one he was looking for—the only one he cared for—wasn’t here. Of course, he would know him as soon as he were to see him, but wishful thinking had clouded his mind.
The more bookshelves and aisles he passed the more he was tempted, until finally he began to weave his way through them. His ivory tail dragged gently on the ground behind him, black and white hooves striking the floor in a satisfying staccato that served only to numb his mind. He wasn’t sure how many books he passed, or how many turns he made; the titles went through one ear and out the other, the end credits of a movie he never bothered to pay attention to. Simply having something to do, somewhere to go was desensitizing, his limbs moving and pumping fresh blood to his senses. He knew that stopping for too long would let horror creep back into his currently peaceful mind.
Aion hadn’t given any thought as to what he might do if he encountered someone; but really, he hadn’t expected to find his way blocked by a chestnut colt taking up all the room in the aisle. Only half a glance was given to the book held before him, assessing in a single look that the unicorn wasn’t planning on moving any time soon. So he coughed, perhaps a little faster and more impatiently than was necessary, but tact was no longer his strong suit.
He didn’t have time for some child to figure out where he was going. Eros was waiting.
”You weren’t sure what?” The question came out far more impatiently than he had intended, not bothering to censure or think over his words before blurting them out. ”I’ve never come here, either but I know blocking a hallway isn’t the typical fashion of a library.” Again he found himself not bothering to question what he was about to say. It didn’t matter to him what impression he left on the blonde fellow; new faces faded from his mind nearly as quickly as he saw them, so long as nothing important was attached. And what were the chances Aion would ever see this stranger again?
@charlemagne
phewww late reply for you!
talk.
That wasn’t the case here.
It was no fault of the architect, nor even the figures scattered about the great hall, for they were quite literally as quiet as mice. It was his own mind, refusing to turn off long enough to relax. He felt guilty for stopping in to see the records at all, for even a few minutes taken to sightsee were a few minutes he could have spent looking for his mate. ’But I’m already here,’ he had told himself, never slowing his pace around the outskirts of the bookshelves, ’I might as well be sure he isn’t here somewhere.’ He probably looked quite strange, circling the room and glancing into every corridor and study room he passed. Any white coat or flash of blue gave him reason to pause, to double-check that the one he was looking for—the only one he cared for—wasn’t here. Of course, he would know him as soon as he were to see him, but wishful thinking had clouded his mind.
The more bookshelves and aisles he passed the more he was tempted, until finally he began to weave his way through them. His ivory tail dragged gently on the ground behind him, black and white hooves striking the floor in a satisfying staccato that served only to numb his mind. He wasn’t sure how many books he passed, or how many turns he made; the titles went through one ear and out the other, the end credits of a movie he never bothered to pay attention to. Simply having something to do, somewhere to go was desensitizing, his limbs moving and pumping fresh blood to his senses. He knew that stopping for too long would let horror creep back into his currently peaceful mind.
Aion hadn’t given any thought as to what he might do if he encountered someone; but really, he hadn’t expected to find his way blocked by a chestnut colt taking up all the room in the aisle. Only half a glance was given to the book held before him, assessing in a single look that the unicorn wasn’t planning on moving any time soon. So he coughed, perhaps a little faster and more impatiently than was necessary, but tact was no longer his strong suit.
He didn’t have time for some child to figure out where he was going. Eros was waiting.
”You weren’t sure what?” The question came out far more impatiently than he had intended, not bothering to censure or think over his words before blurting them out. ”I’ve never come here, either but I know blocking a hallway isn’t the typical fashion of a library.” Again he found himself not bothering to question what he was about to say. It didn’t matter to him what impression he left on the blonde fellow; new faces faded from his mind nearly as quickly as he saw them, so long as nothing important was attached. And what were the chances Aion would ever see this stranger again?
@charlemagne
phewww late reply for you!
talk.
