ALL WILL BE, REMEDIED ☆ library organization

[Grimm]

While numerous aspects had passed from father to son, rather tedious the sparse arguments grown few and far between as both bore a rather notable stubborn streak, the affection for the written word Aurum expressed was not something mimicked in Salvia. Rather, it seemed the contrary. Lessons had been conducted, a method to keep the cub from trouble for his easy going mannerisms waned in times of boredom, quickly noted his issues, about the letters shifting and, though it seemed only particular letters, they became a hue other than black. Distracting either upon their own, amplified the struggles of picking up a new skill, together it had grown a near impossibility to read anything beyond a few short lines.

Alone he tread familiar paths worn by countless passages, history written against dull cobble, from home turned on simple basis — he was incapable of sleep. Further prolonged his walk when return had yielded only an empty room, the once heaviness of exhaustion gone as curiosity settled. Possibly one of the best places to look the library, imposing structure within held fervent life, unimpeded the growth of tree by such trivial things as walls or flooring, yet ignored it. Distaste had grown within him, shunned the book laden walls for other places that may offer entertainment without the headache. About did rounded ears swivel, decision made as momentum briefly slowed.

"Of course." Low mumble spoken beneath his breath, trajectory shifting as the soft words of muffled conversation reached Salvia and drew him closer. Familiar all faces within, one more so than the others though expected such, warmth seeping through a grin that showed off crooked fangs. In poor taste may have been his joy over the fact Elsweyr seemed incapable of parsing books, a concept as a whole he did not care for, but could not help in such. Alienated felt the cub on the basis of his incapability where it came to reading utilised in daily life to a degree he felt pressured to learn, if only for his own sake, this small connection soothing his nerves.

From a pile Salvia took a book down, careful for he bore no wish to ruin it within any capacity, flicking through the pages before a particular one was found. Before the cheetah did he slide the open book, gently tapping at the page. "I like the pictures most of all." Across a full page a scene of a forest was printed, rabbits clear within the foreground, a peaceful scene without context.

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But I wish I could I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else but I left it way too late, are you stuck in your own ways? you only look at me properly now when you're drunk watching movies. where are you? what happened? I want what we had

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