Between the Lines || { Shamir & Lukas
— for @godlessarrow
Archer's paradox was very much synonymous with the way people careened through life. As anyone would know, an arrow poised gracefully on a bow-riser points astray-- off its mark-- but somehow manages to curve into a bullseye once it flies off. Turns out "straight as an arrow" was never as straight as they’d say, since an arrow had to bend like a silvered fish in a wave to get to where it wanted to be. And Lukas, keen on crossing library duty off his long repertoire, found himself rippling through the stream of people like an arrow off its mark. Again with the books, boy. Won't you know when to quit?
He sifted in and out, crossing between pillars to claw his way to "DYNAMITE DIDACTIC", "Frog Caught Your Tongue","HOW TO HANDLE FAKE SPIDERS", "Poetry for the Soft of Heart," and the lot. His students were certainly the..... erm... rambunctious lot, weren't they? If they were any more colorful, Lukas swore he'd be splattered enough to make a dragon's scale green with envy. Sigh. No rest for the weary, he supposed.
Heh. But that's what made this place all the more endearing. For every wink of sleep he lost, he swore he ended up with some radical tale of heroes in the making. Some exasperating prank, a kiss on the cheek, or a round of ale for a god Lukas didn't even care to believe in. They were very much companions, looking to make their way through this sick paradox of a world, after all.
As his fingers ghosted the spines of these war-worn books, he found them skidding off lithe leather (and warmth that couldn't possibly be coming from anything less than human.) Snapping out of his absentminded reverie, Lukas cleared his throat immediately. "Ah. I apologize--"
Raven haired and dignified, her piercing amethyst gaze shared something with him by sharing nothing at all. "Miss Nevrand." A nod. Hands off.
"Seems like you and I are picking through the same poisons. Heh." To him, books were just as poignant as any gold brew, right? Politely, he bowed and took a step back just to give her some room to think.
"No cure in sight."
















