The Sound and Fury

Hello, I'm Anders Dalloway, nice to meet you. Oh.. oh, wait... you're a hallucination. Ah, sorry.[rp blog, oc using aidan turner as face claim, though partially based in DC, will play in any fandom]

[anders-etall-blog]

ooc, gah, sorry, bed for me

[anders-etall-blog]

Library time // open

Anders, when he wasn’t trailing along the paths of his half remembered friends, ended up in libraries. The books called to him as sirens might have, and the song was just as seducing. It didn’t matter that it felt like only half his brain was present when he was reading Robert Lewis Stevenson and being washed away with Jim and the rest on secret islands. It didn’t matter that his memory was patchy at best, non-existent at worse, when comforted with the lives of Jane Eyre and her Mr. Rochester. 

The smell of the books, of pages and glue and dust was comforting in a way that he couldn’t describe, so he would often go and sit in a corner, taking forever to turn pages because he would close his eyes and finally relax into the scents around him. 

[pedigreefreak]

//Sam Winchester held a rather profound appreciation for libraries. Buildings filled to the brim with stories that differed greatly from his and Dean’s hectic lives, all of which most usually ended well, which was a step above how he figured their own stories would die down. It was pleasing, the fact he could live an entirely different life just upon pulling open a cover, after just daring a single glance at the words upon a page. It was a way of coping, as he saw it. It was the break Dean would never allow.

Figuring they’d be in this town for awhile, the younger of the Winchesters decided he’d stock up. He found the library with the smallest population and strolled on in, steering clear of the demonology isles.//

[anders-etall-blog]

Anders found that he couldn't concentrate when a certain young man entered the library. The way he walked... spooked something in Anders, putting him on edge and out of the mentality that he wanted for enjoying literature. His dark eyes traced every step that the man took, what he stopped at, what he passed over, waiting... and gently tapping fingers against the knife hidden in his boot

[thebamfblueelf]

Fick....

[thebamfblueelf]

Hmm always leibe, always.

[anders-etall-blog]

Even if I might never be all myself again? as i was before?

[thebamfblueelf]

We both have changed Anders, we shall just have to see if we can still work as a couple.

If things do not work out like that you will always be mein fruend till the end, that will never change.

[anders-etall-blog]

Anders kissed Kut again, nuzzling against his chin. "Alright. so what has yo worked up. Does it involve a trip to Ikea?"

[anders-etall-blog]

Library time // open

Anders, when he wasn’t trailing along the paths of his half remembered friends, ended up in libraries. The books called to him as sirens might have, and the song was just as seducing. It didn’t matter that it felt like only half his brain was present when he was reading Robert Lewis Stevenson and being washed away with Jim and the rest on secret islands. It didn’t matter that his memory was patchy at best, non-existent at worse, when comforted with the lives of Jane Eyre and her Mr. Rochester. 

The smell of the books, of pages and glue and dust was comforting in a way that he couldn’t describe, so he would often go and sit in a corner, taking forever to turn pages because he would close his eyes and finally relax into the scents around him. 

[thebamfblueelf]

The elf was always one to stalk the shadows and the darker parts of towns. But when he had found out there was a book a student wanted to barrow on theology that he didn’t have he was going from library to library hunting it down with out any luck. 

Stalking into a different one he was whistling under his breath noticing the place fairly empty. Tugging up the collar on his tan trench coat he was ducking among the shelves looking for that one book. It was so expensive he did not wish to buy it unless he had to or he found it fascinating enough.

[anders-etall-blog]

Anders noticed Kurt before the other noticed him. Anders stayed still, near blending in against the wall untill Kurt drew near. "Hey, Blue." he said quietly, almost fearful to draw attention to himself.

[the-southern-belle-rogue-deacti]

The weekend is practically over an’ Ah haven’ gone tah the bar….some weekend this was.

[anders-etall-blog]

And If someone ninja brings you a beer?

[the-southern-belle-rogue-deacti]

Ah would love ‘em forever.

[anders-etall-blog]

And here I thought you already did, mental problems and all. *passes over a beer*

[flawedlouise]

[gothicrealm-deactivated20131002]

[thebamfblueelf]

Fick....

[thebamfblueelf]

Hmm always leibe, always.

[anders-etall-blog]

Even if I might never be all myself again? as i was before?

[the-southern-belle-rogue-deacti]

The weekend is practically over an’ Ah haven’ gone tah the bar….some weekend this was.

[anders-etall-blog]

And If someone ninja brings you a beer?

[thebamfblueelf]

Fick....

[anders-etall-blog]

Whatever happened it wasn’t my fault.

[thebamfblueelf]

Nein, it is not your fault Anders just…. a rough night.

[anders-etall-blog]

May I help?

[helmholts]

[fuckmeeyebrows]

[i-want-you-for-my-army-deactiva]

[thebamfblueelf]

Fick....

[anders-etall-blog]

Whatever happened it wasn't my fault.

[anders-etall-blog]

Library time // open

Anders, when he wasn't trailing along the paths of his half remembered friends, ended up in libraries. The books called to him as sirens might have, and the song was just as seducing. It didn't matter that it felt like only half his brain was present when he was reading Robert Lewis Stevenson and being washed away with Jim and the rest on secret islands. It didn't matter that his memory was patchy at best, non-existent at worse, when comforted with the lives of Jane Eyre and her Mr. Rochester. 

The smell of the books, of pages and glue and dust was comforting in a way that he couldn't describe, so he would often go and sit in a corner, taking forever to turn pages because he would close his eyes and finally relax into the scents around him. 

[anders-etall-blog]

[Casually dumps glitter on you]

... Glitter? that all you got?

[notadecoy]

I don’t understand what’s going on. Why would she see it favorable to come to me now?

[anders-etall-blog]

it’s the training, see something that might be a weakness, take advantage of it, with words, or fists. Emotions can be played with, used against you, but… they are also important. you can’t be emotionless without hurting yourself. 

[notadecoy]

Being free of emotions sounds beneficiary at the moment.

[anders-etall-blog]

Yes, that would be safe for now. once she's gone, feel free to express them again.