Post by lev on Jul 3, 2018 14:19:40 GMT -5
Flip.
He swears he heard some murmuring in the library, but the hushed tones escaped his ear as easily as it entered the other.
Flip.
The flurry of passersby had gone relatively unnoticed, his eyes unfocused on the world reflected on his glassy eyes. He swears he could feel eyes on him, watching him remain listless on the librarian's desk. His chin rested on his wrist, barely held as the other hand busied itself with harassing the page of a particularly huge tome.
Flip.
Creases that marred his face deepened, his expression turning into a grim scowl the longer his frustrated page flipping had gone by uninterrupted. His finger kept flipping the same page, over and over, without even sparing a glance at its contents, an inscription for weaving basic elemental kidou. It had detailed illustrations. Ample instructions. He tried performing the spell a few times, it ended up with the book looking some hundred years older than it should. He tried tapping into the same power source a few times, to no avail. It was like he was never meant to reach the channels this shinigami body had, restrained only by what he could do with his soul.
The mere thought of it fueled his vexation. A disgruntled huff wrestles its way out of his lips as his expression darkened further, without realizing the page deteriorating on the same spot he'd been touching. Yellowing. Edges near to crumbling beneath his finger.
He swears he could still feel a pair of eyes looking at his general direction. His immediate response was an irritated click of his tongue, then a disgruntled sigh. Most days were quiet. And then some days had these. He assumed it would be someone new to their halls, slightly mulling on the idea that this person thinks he has fucks to give over visitor accommodation,
"Were you trying to sear a hole in me with that gaze?" Lev spoke to the stranger without sparing them a glance. He was busy with flipping the page, and pretending he was absolutely absorbed over one rune. It wasn't until his inquiry was met with silence that he felt the need to entertain. A fleck of surprise crossed his silvery stare, a flash of cognizance that went as easily as it came. Lev knew she'd come back, but he was hoping it would be a chance encounter. Not that anyone approaching him on his own work desk counted as a chance encounter, of course, but he liked to wish.
Lev didn't even think about what to say the next time they ever met, but a few thoughts intruded nonetheless.
Here for work or leisure?
Did you think about me previous suggestion?
More information on... whatever you came looking for the last time?
In the end, the words that slipped by were about as interesting as the deadpan expression he regarded him with.
"Oh, it's just you."
He swears he heard some murmuring in the library, but the hushed tones escaped his ear as easily as it entered the other.
Flip.
The flurry of passersby had gone relatively unnoticed, his eyes unfocused on the world reflected on his glassy eyes. He swears he could feel eyes on him, watching him remain listless on the librarian's desk. His chin rested on his wrist, barely held as the other hand busied itself with harassing the page of a particularly huge tome.
Flip.
Creases that marred his face deepened, his expression turning into a grim scowl the longer his frustrated page flipping had gone by uninterrupted. His finger kept flipping the same page, over and over, without even sparing a glance at its contents, an inscription for weaving basic elemental kidou. It had detailed illustrations. Ample instructions. He tried performing the spell a few times, it ended up with the book looking some hundred years older than it should. He tried tapping into the same power source a few times, to no avail. It was like he was never meant to reach the channels this shinigami body had, restrained only by what he could do with his soul.
The mere thought of it fueled his vexation. A disgruntled huff wrestles its way out of his lips as his expression darkened further, without realizing the page deteriorating on the same spot he'd been touching. Yellowing. Edges near to crumbling beneath his finger.
He swears he could still feel a pair of eyes looking at his general direction. His immediate response was an irritated click of his tongue, then a disgruntled sigh. Most days were quiet. And then some days had these. He assumed it would be someone new to their halls, slightly mulling on the idea that this person thinks he has fucks to give over visitor accommodation,
"Were you trying to sear a hole in me with that gaze?" Lev spoke to the stranger without sparing them a glance. He was busy with flipping the page, and pretending he was absolutely absorbed over one rune. It wasn't until his inquiry was met with silence that he felt the need to entertain. A fleck of surprise crossed his silvery stare, a flash of cognizance that went as easily as it came. Lev knew she'd come back, but he was hoping it would be a chance encounter. Not that anyone approaching him on his own work desk counted as a chance encounter, of course, but he liked to wish.
Lev didn't even think about what to say the next time they ever met, but a few thoughts intruded nonetheless.
Here for work or leisure?
Did you think about me previous suggestion?
More information on... whatever you came looking for the last time?
In the end, the words that slipped by were about as interesting as the deadpan expression he regarded him with.
"Oh, it's just you."
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