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“Ragnvald, if you want me to let my guard down, you’ll have to kill me to do it.”

A creature that’s been at war for over a thousand years is bound to be a tightly wound spring. One that’s had his kingdom burned to ash right in front of him is bound to be even worse. Ludovic was worse. He was a tightly wound spring set in a watch with no hands, tension without a set purpose or goal. And it was getting to him. Forty years wasn’t a very long time to something that could live about two thousand, so he was still processing exactly what had gone on that fateful year. It wasn’t really something one could process easily, and there weren’t very many grief counsellors who could understand the whole ‘I’m not from this realm and saw the realm I grew up in burned to the ground by a demon army’ thing.

So, he wasn’t in a very great place mentally. Or physically, judging by the fact that he had a white-knuckle grip on the mug of coffee he held in his hands. Was it anger? Stress? A combination of the two? Probably.

“Seriously. If I let it down for a second, Thraxatiel is going to find me and then I’ll have to fight him. Here. In a bookstore.”

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He’s never really explored this side of the block before in town. Kieran only goes into town twice or less every week after all, and only when he has errands to be done. He’s spotted the book store from afar, and with the little free time he has, he decided to head inside with a shopping list in mind.

“Do you have children’s books by Enid Blyton? The kids I work with love her fairy tales, and they’re hoping to get new books for Christmas. I’ve tried other book stores, but they don’t carry Blyton’s books,” the caregiver asks the shop owner.

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@gerulphus asked: ❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

Touch-starved meme

It is a strange feeling to have someone so close to her like this after years of avoiding any kind of physical contact other than necessary or without real feelings. Bedelia isn’t entirely sure how and why it’s happening, but she doesn’t want to pull away just yet. It feels strangely safe. ❝ I could say the same. ❞

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Susan had never been terribly bookish. As a child, her own imagination had served her better, spinning stories more wonderful than those she’d ever found in books. Just as the age when imagination started to fail so many, her reality far surpassed even what imagination could provide. As a queen, there were a thousand ways to fill empty hours, and when all her life was adventure, what lure did books have?

—And then, when it was over, and she knew she’d have no more adventures, no more brilliant and thrilling tastes of life that were so rich and carefree ever again, all those reminders were salt, irritating little granules that piled up and cleverly sought out all those carefully hidden, long festering wounds. No, better to live in the real world, where she knew what to expect, and could try to forget the longing for all those possibilities.

After the accident, though possibilities took on a new sheen, and as she began lingering in doorways, checking closets and wardrobes, seeking out those half-known places where things happened, Susan often found herself drawn to bookstores. There was something about them, how full they were, and all those entryways to other doors. She’d walk up and down aisles, stopping as her fingers snagged on spines, trying not to hold her breath as she cracked them open, hoping— That nothing ever happened should have been discouraging, disappointing. But even if she didn’t find herself physically somewhere else, she began to find comfort in the mental transportation. Glimpses into other worlds. It helped sooth that ache, if only a little

. Thus, even as she continued to travel, to search, she found time to wandering into bookstores; the smaller, more out of the way, the better. And when she found one that was housed in a traveling van, it made her smile and a little envious, and she wondered what its owner was searching for as she perused the shelves. “This is a wonderful home,” she said, fingers curling around the edges of the volume in her hands as she gave the man a smile.

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❛ listen, what’s your favorite flower? i found a guy who can put small flowers into rings they look really cool ; or he can do little seashells, or probably anything else y’can think of that’s little. ❜

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