unfortunately, xianjun still didn’t know where vitas lived but that didn’t deter the young man from finding ways to give vitas a christmas gift. so, on the morning of december 25th, vitas would find a clumsily gifted present on the library’s circulation desk, complete with a note that stated ’for vitas from xianjun. i hope you like the gift! if you’re not vitas, keep off!‘
inside the wrapping paper was a mug with an illusionary 3d print of a book case. inside the mug was an addition gift, which was a small black and silver charm of a raven that vitas could clip to his med bracelet. filling the mug’s remaining space was lots of mini chocolates and two packs of honey.
The librarian at the circulation desk appeared both perplexed and amused upon discovering a gift for Vitas left on the counter, but promptly delivered it to the archives where he was more apt to be. Upon returning from his latest foray deep into the archives, Vitas paused upon seeing a gift upon his desk that had most certainly not been there when he had ventured into the depths of aisles upon aisles of shelves. A quick scan of the area revealed no one nearby nor any signs of life outside of him in that isolated space. A few steps closer yet still keeping his distance, he read the note.
A brief crease of confusion flickered across his brow before his expression returned to its usual stoic state. Aside from the obligatory bonuses and holiday cards given to him from his employers, Vitas had not received a single gift from anyone since Adelheid had passed away. To say this was unexpected would be accurate. After another moment of contemplation, he finally completed his approach. Still wearing his white gloves--more so for safety than anything--the archivist carefully unwrapped the present to reveal the mug and its contents. With the paper tossed into the nearby wastebasket, he set the mug upon his desk and stared at it for a moment, then finally removed his gloves and set them aside before carefully removing the chocolates and honey, arranging the former into a pyramid bookended by the honey to create a small diorama-esque scene.
Though he knew what the raven charm was for, he would not attach it to his med bracelet; no, while he may enjoy rubbing his fingers over the smooth and textured surface of the enamel bird, the added sensory of that slight pressure to his wrist for the rest of the time would not be pleasant. Instead, the raven kept its home within the mug for now as the cup itself became his new focus, gently rattling about with soft clinks as he held the mug and examined it further, taking note of the fine details of the sculpted scene.
Fingertips gingerly grazed the textured surface of the books, the tactile sensation eliciting a distant and pensive look to his dark gaze--in these moments, as those fingers continued to delicately and repetitively stroke those tiny shelves of books over and over again in slow passes, his eyes did not appear cold or empty. In those moments, he looked...