what’s written
.～ with @feyminki
the familiar’s sunkissed touch flickers through aged pages, the iced blue and chocolate of his gaze hovering over inked words before his attention fleets to the next selection. sol was the type to inhale books like oxygen, hidden intellect not often brought to light when it came to interacting with others. still, he never could turn down the opportunity of reading a new story or the latest news in the paper ― information was a silent currency for the familiar, and while he’d never betray one’s secrets....other things were a different story.
for the time being, however, his attention is pulled to the absence of a particular book he had revisited the shop in order to find ― sol had happened upon it while purchasing some mild-mannered text on the roots of the french language, something most wouldn’t give a second glance but fascinated him highly. squeezed between two large books, such a seemingly obsolete object shone in the familiar’s gaze; following his instincts, a simple ‘peek’ proving to capture his interests for over an hour. however, with only bringing enough money to purchase the book on language, sol had begrudgingly set it aside until a later date.
and such had become the present ― though the text was nowhere to be seen.
the corners of his mouth dip down gently into a slight frown as his fingers tap the empty space it had once held; had someone else bought it? sol obviously wasn’t the only one with such interests, yet the possible reality only made him sigh in defeat. after a few moments of thought, his feet take him quietly around the bookcase while his eyes raise to an attendant sitting behind the counter in the corner ― it couldn’t hurt to ask, right? silently urging himself forward, sol slides up to the register and offers a small smile of apology, as if shameful for interrupting whatever the staff had been doing in the first place. “ hi, excuse me i, uh, “ clearing his throat, the familiar juts his thumb behind him in the direction of the prior shelf. “ i was looking for a book that i saw but it isn’t there anymore. ten thousand lives? by uh... “ wracking his brain, sol eventually lands on a name in distant memory. “ ko un? i was wondering if you maybe had an extra or....it’s fine if not! “
