What he did at night in the library wasn't clear. Oh the dusty dusty bodies of books were put into their organization, but his interest lingered in a particular area of the library. The long, high aisles echoed steps and little sounds that encouraged the imagination for something else.
He'd grown restless.
Normally there was a dark humor to him. Dry, sometimes not even registered since it was delivered so straight faced. No, lately he didn't do much to interact with others. Saga was an encouragement, but when he ventured alone he found his skin crawled with an irritation at having company. What was it? Was he not suppose to be a sociable creature by nature? For the sake of survival?
Lately, he had moments where he didn't care if he was hungry or uncomfortable. He was fine collecting dust and the stillness of it all did not disturb him. He was fingering through the books.
That's how he was that night. Standing upright, his serious still face at a loss for life as his eyes moved along the pages.
He'd grown restless.
Normally there was a dark humor to him. Dry, sometimes not even registered since it was delivered so straight faced. No, lately he didn't do much to interact with others. Saga was an encouragement, but when he ventured alone he found his skin crawled with an irritation at having company. What was it? Was he not suppose to be a sociable creature by nature? For the sake of survival?
Lately, he had moments where he didn't care if he was hungry or uncomfortable. He was fine collecting dust and the stillness of it all did not disturb him. He was fingering through the books.
That's how he was that night. Standing upright, his serious still face at a loss for life as his eyes moved along the pages.