endejester
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- Posted: Mon, 08 Oct 2007 14:30:10 +0000
((Skoots back in O_O <3 Boooooooooook!!!!
This wake up call brought to you by hyperactive kittens XD <3))
Wait here? Oh god... the floor wasn't going to swollow her now was it? They hadn't just brought her -to- the creature somehow had they?...
But, there was something about books, even on the worst of days that dragged her attention to them. The smell of their antiquity, well fingered spines to fresh uncracked leather waiting to be turned.
Bibliophile, that was the word for it, it meant a lover of books, though it sounded almost obseen.
That bright red cover, so strikeing as though it too were surrounded by a world of half nightmare monochrome. As long as she didn;t brush her jacket against it, surely...surely it would be alright just to....touch it.
It was so soft and smooth under her fingers that she pulled at it slightly almost unthinking. As though this were a real library and not some house of smoke, mirrors and fear.
Animal fur? Curious and soft beneath her fingertips, and the designs, almost made her dizy chasing them with her eyes behind water stained glasses.
What was its title? Who was the author? The stark white of the pages almost looked sharp, the way that the newst books do. Waiting for their payment in return for reading them. A quick and shocking papercut waiting to happen for some reader too entracned in a story to be careful.
This wake up call brought to you by hyperactive kittens XD <3))
Wait here? Oh god... the floor wasn't going to swollow her now was it? They hadn't just brought her -to- the creature somehow had they?...
But, there was something about books, even on the worst of days that dragged her attention to them. The smell of their antiquity, well fingered spines to fresh uncracked leather waiting to be turned.
Bibliophile, that was the word for it, it meant a lover of books, though it sounded almost obseen.
That bright red cover, so strikeing as though it too were surrounded by a world of half nightmare monochrome. As long as she didn;t brush her jacket against it, surely...surely it would be alright just to....touch it.
It was so soft and smooth under her fingers that she pulled at it slightly almost unthinking. As though this were a real library and not some house of smoke, mirrors and fear.
Animal fur? Curious and soft beneath her fingertips, and the designs, almost made her dizy chasing them with her eyes behind water stained glasses.
What was its title? Who was the author? The stark white of the pages almost looked sharp, the way that the newst books do. Waiting for their payment in return for reading them. A quick and shocking papercut waiting to happen for some reader too entracned in a story to be careful.