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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
He was caught up in his own mind as Alaric told him his favorite herb. Ivan searched for a symbolism to it, he always tried. He liked the idea that things of the world had a deeper meaning. It wouldn't be such a far cry to call the young cat a bit of an airhead. Ivan tried to remind himself that he wasn't part of a book, he was real and alive. This was all he had known and it sucks to be alive. He was finding out rather painfully that it hurt and sometimes things just happened without reason.
He tipped his head up to glance at Alaric for a moment. So it was to heal bleeding wounds? Perhaps Alaric was caught up in a very physical world. Maybe he lost someone out of blood loss. Ivan felt somewhat queasy at the sight and scent of blood. His joints would knock together and his throat would close up. It was something that was not known by many, and perhaps Alaric might see the twist and wince of distaste that crossed his features as he thought of the blood.
"Don't like plants." Ivan shrugged. Well, he liked the scent of a few. He couldn't see green either, and usually they would blend in with everything else. Plants lived, but it wasn't a life like animals, or rational animals. His nose twitched and he suddenly darted ahead, squeezed underneath a root and pointed to the clump of thyme proudly. "Here it is. I suppose this might be my favorite, if I had to choose. It soothes the mind, I know that much. Helps me think. So, why goldenrod?"
He tipped his head up to glance at Alaric for a moment. So it was to heal bleeding wounds? Perhaps Alaric was caught up in a very physical world. Maybe he lost someone out of blood loss. Ivan felt somewhat queasy at the sight and scent of blood. His joints would knock together and his throat would close up. It was something that was not known by many, and perhaps Alaric might see the twist and wince of distaste that crossed his features as he thought of the blood.
"Don't like plants." Ivan shrugged. Well, he liked the scent of a few. He couldn't see green either, and usually they would blend in with everything else. Plants lived, but it wasn't a life like animals, or rational animals. His nose twitched and he suddenly darted ahead, squeezed underneath a root and pointed to the clump of thyme proudly. "Here it is. I suppose this might be my favorite, if I had to choose. It soothes the mind, I know that much. Helps me think. So, why goldenrod?"