All expectations make her heart feel numb
They weren’t alone.
A frequent visitor to the Atheneum amidst the heights of the sun, her own fingertips ran down the spine of some knife-wielding books, and then wandering further down the weaponry and armory line. She’d already read about half of them, but hadn’t asked Aamu to make any of the daggers, spears, or cutlasses; preferring the knack of throwing her stiletto into unattended wood-blocks. Her diligence was kept contained in the arms and alms of stone, creeping and keeping to the shadows, to the shelving adorned and draped in shadow, in a favorite chair.
But today there was another occupant, which stilled her eldritch movement. Whether this made her look more the predator in all her edged, fringed, glory, in the sudden silence and body ready to spring at any opportunity, probably didn’t matter. In all her seditious finery, the youth inclined her chin upwards, immediately threatened by someone else being in a shared space, brows furrowing. An angry, rude child in all mannerisms, save for the sudden curious tilt to her head. “What are you reading?” Her eyes on the circle of tomes on the floor, but not close enough to see the words – uncertain if she should advance.
A frequent visitor to the Atheneum amidst the heights of the sun, her own fingertips ran down the spine of some knife-wielding books, and then wandering further down the weaponry and armory line. She’d already read about half of them, but hadn’t asked Aamu to make any of the daggers, spears, or cutlasses; preferring the knack of throwing her stiletto into unattended wood-blocks. Her diligence was kept contained in the arms and alms of stone, creeping and keeping to the shadows, to the shelving adorned and draped in shadow, in a favorite chair.
But today there was another occupant, which stilled her eldritch movement. Whether this made her look more the predator in all her edged, fringed, glory, in the sudden silence and body ready to spring at any opportunity, probably didn’t matter. In all her seditious finery, the youth inclined her chin upwards, immediately threatened by someone else being in a shared space, brows furrowing. An angry, rude child in all mannerisms, save for the sudden curious tilt to her head. “What are you reading?” Her eyes on the circle of tomes on the floor, but not close enough to see the words – uncertain if she should advance.
MABEL
