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Sela's Outfit: Keeping Warm

She looked down at the book with confused frustration. Were they her favorite? "I don't know. Sometimes," she mumbled. Her daddy might think she's crazy if she told him. Her mommy was the only one that knew and didn't judge her, but would her daddy? Her stare continued to hold on the book cover. "Some nights, I have this nightmare about wolves. It starts out with this nice, pretty white wolf coming up to me and just staring at me. Each time, I try to reach out and touch it it turns into this humongous black wolf with red eyes and attacks me..." Her grip on the book became so forceful that her knuckles turned white. Her tiny body began to shake as she recalled the images of teeth and claws tearing into her. Nothing but those red eyes glaring at her.

Sela's Outfit: Keeping Warm

Red eye slowly drifted up to him as he touched her shoulders. They were going to figure it out together? Just the two of them? Finally she could have something to bond with her daddy over. Her look of mild fear changed to one of utter confusion. "My wolf?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head. What was he talking about? "Mommy just said we had to find you so we could be a family again." She never mentioned anything about a wolf. Was it like a spirit animal or something? She was really confused right now. As far as she knew, she didn't have any wolf that needed to be known. She was just a normal four year old. Sure her family was a little weird. Her mommy had monster strength for crying out loud! But other than that, everything was normal as normal could be. She led a decent, quiet life with her mommy; nothing less and nothing more.

Sela's Outfit: Keeping Warm

Looking back down at her book, she was quiet for a few moments before looking back up at him. Pulling the book to her chest, one hand came up and rubbed her right eye. Nap time. Why'd he have to mention it? Suddenly she was so darn sleepy. She let out a small yawn and groaned sleepily. "No...I'm okay for now. I don't need daddy spending all his money on me," she mumbled. While he stood around looking at the book spines, Sela took a seat and leaned against the book shelf with her book held tightly to her chest. The moment she sat down, she was out like a light. She didn't know where the sudden surge of exhaustion came from, but it hit her like a sledge hammer.

Sela's Outfit: Keeping Warm

As her book was taken, Sela grumbled and shifted a little before she was picked up. Her head fell against his shoulder, yawning. She felt a sudden rush of cold, trying to cuddle closer to the sense of heat that was next to her. Grumbling and whimpering, the moment she felt the fuzz of her stuffed owl Ophelia, she gripped it and laid her head on stuffed creature, using it as a body pillow. She just wanted her bed. She wanted lunch and bed. There was nothing else she wanted. She hadn't done a whole lot today, but for some reason she felt like she hadn't slept in days and was constantly on the go. The hum of the car only caused her to go further into unconsciousness.

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✗ N/a
✗ Bookworms
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ Wearing/Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft





Tyrese ended up in the library rather than the bar like he would prefer right now, but then again he liked reading a lot more than he liked being a sloppy drunk. He sighed deeply, pushing slowly through the door with eyes watching the bell jingle to announce his arrival. He was just here with his daughter a little over an hour ago, in less than that said hour he went from bonding with her to feeling utterly dejected by the four-year-old. Just like yesterday: he went from being a well known author with a book being filmed into a movie to a guy who learned he had gone five years a father without even knowing it.

He needed a break, some distraction from his life right now. He couldn't talk to his best friend, the wolf told him to stay away after he learned the male knew about his illegitimate daughter and didn't tell him. His life was a mess right now, there was nothing he could find to grasp except his job. He wasn't in the mood to sit at his desk in his office where there was nothing but complete silence to fill every other space. However, for his newest draft in progress he needed new reference material, and so this was an option he could occupy himself with for an hour at least.

He meandered down the isles across from the nonfiction isle where he needed to be, squeezing around a few people before noticing a stuffed toy that came with the purchase of a book. He picked it up with thoughts of his daughter, but he didn't suspect she read...manga. These types of books didn't fit his fancy either, barely any reading was involved. He grumbled, leaning against the shelf as he flipped through the book. "I just don't get this comic book-thing craze." He turned it to read right to left, the most he knew about these particular books from Japan, and continued looking confused and disgruntled.


『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
Out Of Chamomile: nice to meet you, btw.

✗ Uh-...? (Robin)
✗ Bookworms
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ Wearing/Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft





Tyrese got the hang of reading the book supported between his hands, but it was obviously targeting a younger audience and he found himself disinterested after a few pages. He sighed and snapped the door shut, leaving it with the teddy bear and picking up a new one. He didn't like this one either, but he pretended to be engulfed in it when he felt a pair of eyes land on him. Was it someone who recognized him? He hoped to have less of those on an island. He couldn't even muster a fake smile to give autographs today, not even close.

He spared a brief sideways glance from where he leaned on the shelf, seeing a tan skinned female staring at him inquisitivly. She looked younger than him, although this couldn't be detemined by looks alone. Her face was still slightly rounded from the angle he glimpsed her from, a feature of individuals younger in age; but otherwise her shape made her seem older, in her early twenties maybe. He grumbled under his breath, trying to indulge in his book long enough for her to walk away before things got awkward.

Unless she approached him, that was an option too. He almost preferred she did, the ones who stared for long periods of time before walking away were the ones who followed you home and were found standing over you in the middle of the night. He shuttered at the thought, telling himself to quit his own nonsense as he brushed his navy hair from his line of vision. Being a book writer gave him a crazy imagination at times and it wasn't always convenient. As long as she didn't actually stalk him it didn't matter what she did.

He sensed when she decided to approach him, his hearing catching the sound of every footfall in his direction. He flipped a page without having looked at it, feeling the characteristic skiddish reaction he always had when someone attempted to approach him. As a teen he would glare, snort, and go back to what he was doing as if to dismiss the person who knowledged him, but he had grown out of that; he had more polite strategies to blow people off now. "Repression leads to aggression" as his therapist grew a habit of saying.

He looked up to the girl when she spoke, turning his head to her as he eased his book shut and slipped it back into the shelf. What she actually said surprised him, and where he'd been going to say something, his lips parted a few moments before snapping shut again. "Uh-..." What was he supposed to say to that? 'Thanks for noticing?' He blinked instead, trying to clean his face with the bottom of his shirt. Maybe he should have washed his face before leaving the house.

It would be embarrassing if his face was still tear stained, it was already enough that his eyes were red and puffy. He hated being emotional. He pulled his shirt away from his eyes, easing it down and flattening it across his stomach again as he looked away from the girl with a singular grumbled word at her observation. He paused and turned back, eyes slightly narrowed in reservation. "It's nothing." His voice rasped from his nine-year-old vocal cord injury, and the volume he used when speaking dipped lower than it already was by natural standard.


『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
Out Of Chamomile: I will go back and spell correct that last post Dx

✗ Robin
✗ Bookworms
✗ Is in human form
✗ Link to journal: none currently
✗ Wearing/Driving
✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming
✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft





Tyrese was reminded of the confused way a dog would c**k it's head when trying to figure something out when he looked to see the onyx haired female making the same gesture. She was on the unorthodox side of things, wasn't she? While she tried to recover from her falter by picking up the book he'd recently disposed of, he stared at the empty book shelf and let his gaze drop lower and remain there. She hadn't really had a reason to approach him except to comment of his crappy appearance at the moment. He didn't consider himself being given a hard time, he could brush it off after his day.

His chin tucked inward when he shifted slightly to look at her from his peripheral vision, his hair falling into his farthest most eye. "Tyrese." He grumbled, feeling obligated to return the introduction she offered. "I didn't really like those kinds of books, I can move out of your way if that's what you wanted." He wasn't going to ask about her lack of emotional evaluation as she pointed out, he assumed she only said it because she felt awkward about her approach. And anyway, what business of it was his? He sighed inwardly and leaned off the shelving.

"If you want to learn how to recognize emotions, read from psychology textbooks, some of them have pictures too." He shrugged, turning towards her, the direction he needed to go to get to the nonfiction section of the store.


『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $467.75』
『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』
"My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens
Out Of Chamomile: sorry for the short reply