Library Conversations or How Ink seduced Error, part 1
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April turned out to be unbearably hot, and the only cool place on campus was the old library - covered under a layer of dust that had probably settled there sometime last century. Silence wrapped that place as tightly as the steel chain around the academyās battered gates; students ironically called them the "gates of hell". Nobody went there of their own free will. Rumor had it that only a brave warrior could return from the library alive - if they returned at all. If that was true, then the only brave warriors were the librarian and the janitorā¦ and who knew what exactly they were doing in there, considering the ancient dust that smothered the shelves and books right up until the math section - even the dust was afraid of that satanic nest.The library became an "unexpected" refuge for a reclusive student - Error. Despite the dust that made his nose itch for days after leaving the place, he could finally relax there without unwanted attention - except for the librarian, the janitor, and the strange noises coming from the storage room after midnight. And if that octopus-slash-unfinished-creature-slash-squid-slash-oversized-idiot hadnāt opened his mouth about the working air conditioner, this heavenly little hideout wouldāve stayed Errorās second home forever. Seeing the faces of his brain-dead classmates in the only quiet spot in this entire establishment became the last drop before a mental breakdown. Error wouldāve bet a kidney it was revenge from his upperclassman friend - for what, he still didnāt know.Only the cursed reputation of this place saved it from being stormed by baked-alive studentsā¦ although honestly, no one needed to bake them - they already were.
āGET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! - echoed right after the doors creaked open, followed immediately by heavy artillery - 8th grade algebra.
Barely dodging the deadly attack, alive but injured - with the painterās nose nearly broken - Cross and Ink slipped into the library. The first one bailed instantly, abandoning the second the moment she didnāt spot her princess. Well, Ink always knew you could trust Cross only up to a point she cared only about Dream.
āHave you completely lost your mind? Is your brain fried or what? - the miserable artist asked, wiping blood that poured from his nose like the Dnipro river.
Error didnāt think twice and reached for another book - this time aiming right for the forehead.
āMaybe my brain is fried, but thatās not a threat to you, donāt worry, - Error sighed, putting the unlucky pile of paper back in its place and turning toward hisā¦ friend? He couldnāt bring himself to call Ink a friend, not with a straight face, but after all the annoying persistence and constant presence, they wereā¦ something like acquaintances at least. āSo what do you want? Arenāt there other places you can sit on your ass?
āOnly here the air conditioner works. Itād be a sin to deprive a loved one of such heavenly pleasure, darling, - the painter dramatically sighed, then flopped onto the leather couch soaked with history and bedsoresā¦ no one in their right mind would want to know who created those and how. Ink, by his nature and after a semester spent in hell trying to get the walking glitch to talk and be at least a few steps closer to him, simply couldnāt avoid calling him a friend. Well, he didnāt get punched - thatās practically a wedding invitation! āDonāt worry, I wonāt tell anyone about this place. And Cross will stay quiet, unless she wants everyone to see the photos from last nightās sleepoverā¦
āWhat happened last nightā¦? - Error shot a suspicious look at Ink, and got a very strange expression in return.
āNothing, donāt burden your pretty little head with nonsenseā¦ - the artist giggled quietly, which sent shivers down Errorās spine. Better not ask. The less you know - the better you sleep. One way or another, the cold air relaxed them after four lectures in classrooms with sealed windows. And despite the irritating presence of someone else in his sanctuary, deep down Error felt an odd sense of gratitude that Ink was still there, still trying to make him laugh with his stupid behavior. Theyād studied together for two years, and for all two years this lunatic followed him - especially the last six months. Their mutual friend, Blue, for some reason thought it would be a great idea to "get them closer", not accounting for the fact that Ink was way too energetic for Error. Even when Blue gave up the matchmaking, Ink didnāt - quite the opposite: he became obsessed, and all his attention ended up glued to Error. And considering both of them had rather questionable reputations, it only added fuel to the fire. No wonder the university was buzzing with rumors - rumors neither of them likedā¦ or maybe just one of them.Error adjusted his glasses, poured himself some tea from his thermos, then added a small piece of chocolate - small enough so Ink wouldnāt think he cared.
āDamn, dude, itās nearly forty degrees outside and youāre downing hot tea? Iām not surprised youāre so burā" - Ink shut up immediately the moment he caught the deadly look - sitting straight upright in an instant. āThank youā¦ I, uhā¦ really appreciate it. I think.
āYou don't know how to think. Drink and be quiet. - Error sighed and returned to the book heād been reading before his peace was interrupted.
āOh, come on, I was worried about you. I saw you quarrel with your brothers, Ink muttered. - Leaning back on the couch, he drank a sip of tea and cast a sad glance at Error before closing his eyes.
āNo need. Everythingās fine. If youāre worried - just sit quietly and Iāll take it as support, - the brunette rubbed the bridge of his nose, having zero desire to continue that conversation. It wasnāt something to talk about.
And yetā¦Something strangely comforting lived in someone elseās presence - even if the guy would never admit it. Ink was "a lot", but his "too much" never crossed the line. He never came closer than allowed, never tried to touch or force him into anything unpleasant. He was just there - talking, quiet, laughing, crying. And Error involuntarily began to feel his emotions too- emotions unknown to him until now.He was a shut-in and wanted to stay that way- but life never asks. Maybe that difference was exactly what pulled them toward each other, and all that was left - reluctantly - was to accept it. After all, it wasnāt that bad to share the silence of the reading hall with someone.Someone who wasnāt indifferent to his heart. What other feelings could the library awaken?
