01-22-2020, 10:50 PM
Everything stays, right where you left it.
But it still changes, ever so slightly, daily and nightly.
There had been a time, when he was very young, where Aurum had loved writing. Well, less writing, really, and more... imagining writing. He would write long and elaborate stories, featuring heroes and villains and justice and adventure, but they would all be stored inside his head, never to grace an actual page. Even after he had learned how to read, he had never attempted putting the words to paper. After all, they were just silly little stories, written inside his head in order to help him relax or escape from the hardships of the reality around him. There was no reason that he needed to share that side of him with the world. That sad, scared little side. He would rather just let the stories linger inside of his mind, where he could endlessly expand upon and enjoy them, all on his own. Hell, he still expanded upon them sometimes even now, although nowadays it was less as an escape, and more just because he enjoyed doing it. He enjoyed letting his mind drift off for a little while, thinking about random shenanigans and brave heroes, usually while he was laying beside Roy, just enjoying his son's presence while the day went on.
Even though he had a deep love for books and stories, Aurum had honestly never read much poetry. Back when he had first been learning to read, the rhyming and elegant writing had always just led to him becoming frustrated and confused, and even now that he was an adult, he didn't truly see the appeal. Although he supposed it could be a sort of vent for feelings, just as his own mind stories were for him. Either way, when he stepped inside the library and caught the scent of Eulogy, he found himself vaguely intrigued. It wasn't that he had never seen her at the library before, but usually she never seemed tk linger long, at least not while he was there. He found himself drawn over to where she was, padding over and clearing his throat to let her know of his presence. Tilting his head to one side, the proxy mumbled as he sat back on his haunches, looking at the piece of paper carefully flattened out in front of her, "Eulogy...? What are you doing? Hoping to add to our collection?" His words were kind and conversational, and he tried not to look too closely at her flowery writing, just in case she didn't actually want it read. Although, if she didn't want anybody to read it, he doubted she would've been writing it inside the library.
Even though he had a deep love for books and stories, Aurum had honestly never read much poetry. Back when he had first been learning to read, the rhyming and elegant writing had always just led to him becoming frustrated and confused, and even now that he was an adult, he didn't truly see the appeal. Although he supposed it could be a sort of vent for feelings, just as his own mind stories were for him. Either way, when he stepped inside the library and caught the scent of Eulogy, he found himself vaguely intrigued. It wasn't that he had never seen her at the library before, but usually she never seemed tk linger long, at least not while he was there. He found himself drawn over to where she was, padding over and clearing his throat to let her know of his presence. Tilting his head to one side, the proxy mumbled as he sat back on his haunches, looking at the piece of paper carefully flattened out in front of her, "Eulogy...? What are you doing? Hoping to add to our collection?" His words were kind and conversational, and he tried not to look too closely at her flowery writing, just in case she didn't actually want it read. Although, if she didn't want anybody to read it, he doubted she would've been writing it inside the library.
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