Post by Nagareboshi Koi on Jan 10, 2018 21:11:17 GMT -5
There was such a thing as too much solitude, it seemed.
Her fingertips traveled over the spines of book after book, wandering gingerly over the embossed titles and authors alongside her eyes, occasionally plucking a book or two from the wooden shelves and adding it to the stack piled up over her right arm. There was no real rhyme or order to the books she selected: a solid mix of fiction and non, sci-fi and biology, fantasy and history. It seemed random, if anything, just spontaneous and unbalanced above all else.
Koi had been spending quite a large sum of time stowed away in her room, in truth; curled up in her bed and resorting to doing more research and analysis in order to pass the time, to exile the anxiety from her mind. But even though she wasn’t much of a social creature, she found herself itching to venture outside of her room’s comfort, to interact with the classmates she’d placed at such a staggering distance.
She’d lost out on four chances out of fifteen, after all, and she didn’t think she could forgive herself for that as is.
She tried not to let that bother her, though— even though her lime-green eyes grew dim with the memories of bloodstains and agonized expressions. Even though Mukizu’s kind tone still resonated in her thoughts sometimes, and Hirase’s chipper attitude glowed like a beacon in her memories.
Even though her heart stung when she tried to repress it all.
Koi shook her head, though, shaking away the unpleasantness and setting all of her books down on one of the study tables clustered around the tall rows of bookshelves. She slipped into one of the wooden chairs and flipped open to the first page of Game of Chairs, but she couldn’t focus on the story unfolding before her, the layers of adjectives and dialogue slipping far beyond her grasp.
After a few seconds of trying to actually register everything before her, Nagareboshi finally relented and buried her face in the crisp pages, emerald tresses flopping over the table and cover. She looked rather odd, there, her features concealed by her hair and her book.
And even so, she didn’t move, even as the door to the library swung open...
Her fingertips traveled over the spines of book after book, wandering gingerly over the embossed titles and authors alongside her eyes, occasionally plucking a book or two from the wooden shelves and adding it to the stack piled up over her right arm. There was no real rhyme or order to the books she selected: a solid mix of fiction and non, sci-fi and biology, fantasy and history. It seemed random, if anything, just spontaneous and unbalanced above all else.
Koi had been spending quite a large sum of time stowed away in her room, in truth; curled up in her bed and resorting to doing more research and analysis in order to pass the time, to exile the anxiety from her mind. But even though she wasn’t much of a social creature, she found herself itching to venture outside of her room’s comfort, to interact with the classmates she’d placed at such a staggering distance.
She’d lost out on four chances out of fifteen, after all, and she didn’t think she could forgive herself for that as is.
She tried not to let that bother her, though— even though her lime-green eyes grew dim with the memories of bloodstains and agonized expressions. Even though Mukizu’s kind tone still resonated in her thoughts sometimes, and Hirase’s chipper attitude glowed like a beacon in her memories.
Even though her heart stung when she tried to repress it all.
Koi shook her head, though, shaking away the unpleasantness and setting all of her books down on one of the study tables clustered around the tall rows of bookshelves. She slipped into one of the wooden chairs and flipped open to the first page of Game of Chairs, but she couldn’t focus on the story unfolding before her, the layers of adjectives and dialogue slipping far beyond her grasp.
After a few seconds of trying to actually register everything before her, Nagareboshi finally relented and buried her face in the crisp pages, emerald tresses flopping over the table and cover. She looked rather odd, there, her features concealed by her hair and her book.
And even so, she didn’t move, even as the door to the library swung open...