PETER
Peter had actually wandered into the Aetheneum by mistake. He’d been looking for another building, and gotten turned around, walking into the library and immediately realizing his mistake. And, even more immediately, growing entrances by the stacks of books. It wasn’t that he was an avid reader, but he’d never been around so many books, on such high shelves, and he wanted to wander, at least for a little bit, between them. Whatever he’d been doing before hadn’t been that important anyway.
There was only so much to walk though though, and before long Peter had seen it all. He had grabbed a book, mostly at random, early on, so he could add an air of legitimacy to his visit if anyone came upon him, but now, it seemed like it might be interesting to flip through. So, his previous task completely forgotten, he climbed to the top of one of the shelves and settled, looking through the book of floor plan models he’d grabbed.
By the time he hears footsteps, and sneezes, he’s gone through the book entirely, and is lying in the twilight between sleep and waking, stretched out like a languid cat atop the shelf. He peeks over the edge to find the source of the disturbance, one eye cracked open reluctantly, and is surprised to see a familiar face. Well. Head top. ”Evie?” He asks, stifling a yawn and moving to hang a little more completely off the shelf. ”Hello!”
There was only so much to walk though though, and before long Peter had seen it all. He had grabbed a book, mostly at random, early on, so he could add an air of legitimacy to his visit if anyone came upon him, but now, it seemed like it might be interesting to flip through. So, his previous task completely forgotten, he climbed to the top of one of the shelves and settled, looking through the book of floor plan models he’d grabbed.
By the time he hears footsteps, and sneezes, he’s gone through the book entirely, and is lying in the twilight between sleep and waking, stretched out like a languid cat atop the shelf. He peeks over the edge to find the source of the disturbance, one eye cracked open reluctantly, and is surprised to see a familiar face. Well. Head top. ”Evie?” He asks, stifling a yawn and moving to hang a little more completely off the shelf. ”Hello!”
and our memories defeat us
and I’ll end this duress
and I’ll end this duress
