#booklct

[ramburgs]

                  “  don’t  you  know it’s  very  rude  to  stare?  ”

@booklct

[magicalshe-archive]

@booklct hit that ❤️!

  ⟣ 🔮⟢  ──────  ❝ All I can do is read a book to stay awake. And it rips my life away but it's a great escape, ❞ she said honestly. It was nice to meet someone that also loved books here in this old bookshop. 

[hopelessguardian-blog]

( @booklct​ )

   “Scusi!, do you happen to know where can I find this book in both Japanese and English?” Alessandro showed the cover of the book to the other male although it was written in Italian but it went entirely over his head whether the other understood or not. 

   Besides enjoying to prank often other micronations, he had other hobbies since Italy itself was known for mastering different types of art. Poetry was an interest of his though not widely known. 

   “I would often ask my grandpa to seek for books I want but he was on a trip last time I spoke to him, haha. I rather be locked up in my room and have them delivered than searching them myself.”

[voitheiamou-a]

@booklct // one liners

—  ❛ Sorry to bother but could you pass me that art book. . ?? ❜

[ramburgs]

                          the  thing  with  honey  was  that  her  love  of  animals  sometimes  made  her  not  the  best  at  training  them.  she  liked  letting  her  puppy  do  whatever  she  wanted,  and  wanted  her  happy.  which  is  why  the  second  she  set  her  3lbs  puppy  down  at  the  dog  park,  the  white  fluff  ball  bolted  out  of  sight.  “  h  -  hey!  mari!   ”   with  a  brace  on  her  leg  she  could  hardly  run  after  her.  so  she  did  limp  the  best  she  could.  of  course,  she  managed  to  finally  find  her  and  she  was  bothering  another  dog  and  owner.   (  mari  did  love  to  play  and  make  new  friends.  )  “  sorry!  sorry!  she  can  be  a  bit  much!  ”  much  like  her  owner.  “  and  she’s  very  fast.  ”     //     @booklct

[thiefxfhearts-blog]

"It's just a scratch." Said scratch was a deep cut over crossing his palm, bleeding quite profusely. And despite his tough front, Lynn's own face was pale as a sheet. He waved his other, non-injured hand to slap away the concerns. "It doesn't even hurt."

– @booklct

          “… That’s not convincing at all,” the teen remarked rather plainly, taking in the sight of this so-called “scratch” and trying to figure out what to do. Hell, he wasn’t first-aid trained, and he couldn’t just bring out one of Takemi-san’s ‘medicines’. 

          “Let’s at least get a towel on it and try to stop the bleeding.” Unfortunately, Akira didn’t really carry towels on his person on a daily basis. This guy looked too weak in his current state to go and get one himself though, and he didn’t want to risk someone collapsing in front of him.

[empticium-blog]

@booklct​

 Oh, he was very much out of his element here. Lavish and elegant trappings surround him on all sides. In his simple -cheap- clothing and old possessions, the anxious male felt very out of place. “Umm—…” Where to even begin with this? “What…exactly what did you want from me?”

♔ w α т c н d σ g:  woof, woof.

SINGLE CERULEAN MARBLE-LIKE EYE STARES BACK WITH FIXATED GAZE. O’ pitiful soul. Thou makest me stand here, ankle-deep in thine sea of awkwardness. Though it be true, one shalt confess, that thy humility and anxiety are quite... endearing. And thus, the young Phantomhive entrepeneur draws out a slow and steady sigh, tainted with the fog-like mist of pity. It is not in his intentions to cause the taller upperclassman any distraught. He wished only for smooth and amicable cooperation. Once more, he shall play the part of yet another persona, plastering on a mask to hide behind in order to best manipulate his pawns. He’ll play along this time, very much like the younger, inexperienced underclassmen. Sugar-coated smile, one shorter Phantomhive beams his fake cheerful countenance at the elder one.  ❛ My apologies. You have my sincerest regrets. You probably feel a little out of place, but please: make yourself at home. Believe me when I say so myself, I know exactly what it’s like to feel out of place. I’m a first-year. Phantomhive. Ciel Phantomhive. You’re one of the folks who often visit the school grounds to use the library. I assumed you weren’t a student. ❜ The little earl slowly takes a few strides towards the drawing room, guiding the other slowly through the manor.  ❛ There’s this girl... Pink-haired. Green-eyed. I suppose you could say that I have... sentiments for her. Though she seems to take a lot of fascination with you and appears to admire you from afar. You’re kind of in my way. ❜ His sweet smile dissolves, and behind the fleeting innocence is a devilish and snake-like smirk.  He quietly, however, restrains himself from chuckling in the presence of the young man. With milk white hands, he gestures towards the table. ❛ Tea? ❜