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Bookception (Photo by Jesse Vaughan)
@iiala-hos, she would find this slid under her door in the morning.
(No credit for the poem goes to me)
Veronica stood staring at the carpet laid out before the fireplace in the library. She felt an ache in her heart, one stronger than she expected. She could still feel the small tingle on her lips from the kiss but already that happiness had faded into nervousness and worry.
Iiala always seemed to fall into that quiet and reserved version of herself when the subject came up. Veronica liked it a little, admittedly, in a way that one might have a fancy for a shy girl. But she still felt terrible for putting her into such a disheartened state.
Veronica may have been a scholar, but she was at a loss on how to handle this sort of situation. There were choices to be made, but it seemed like perhaps some difficult discussions were ahead of them.
Her thoughts kept swirling around until she could no longer stand there and contemplate them. She sat herself down and took up the book she’d carried over, propped it open, and tried very hard to lose herself in the pages until it would be time for her meeting.
( @iiala-hos )
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“Where beautiful artifacts, music, poetry, literature, art and design come together…”
Iiala had her bags packed, one filled with books and maps to keep her occupied, the other held a robe made of fine silks with blue and purple colors that matched well with her skin tone. It even matched her headband, a bonus in her mind. She had gone so far as to pack extra hair styling utensils, mostly just a special spray to hold her curls in place and keep them from frizzing.
She went over her list she wrote out and checked off everything that she needed, verifying that it was in fact packed and ready to go. Iiala took in a deep breath when she reached the end of the list then looked over to her packed bags. She was prepared for her trip to Winterspring with Veronica, the two of them going to attend a Winter Veil’s celebration party, a social gathering. Iiala’s heart started to beat loud in her ears.
Realization was settling in now, she was truly going to a social gather… To be social. Her. The lone wolf, the one who stays away from crowds, the one who always did things on her own and was afraid to speak in public. Iiala was going to a social event where there would be a large amount of people, a good portion likely a higher class than she. At least she would not be alone. Iiala took comfort in knowing that Veronica would be with her through this new experience. That thought alone calmed Iiala enough to put her list away and pick up her bags, leaving the room to go find Veronica before they left.
(mentions: @veronica–black )
Veronica looked over her bags. She knew she was going to do this. She always did this. There were too many. More than one was too many for a simple overnight...but three bags? No. She started to pull everything out and go through again what she absolutely needed. This was far more difficult than packing for an expedition!
She was finally satisfied with her single bag, and a large purse, inside of which was a small purse to actually use. She nodded once to herself and awaited Iiala so they could be on their way.
“Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.” — Karl Lagerfeld (by nardell)
nothing is safer than the sound of you reading out loud to me
-the perfect date
The prettiest book cover in the house.
Veronica rolled over and sat up in her bed. It was already light outside, which meant she’d slept in. She moved a hand up to her forehead and cursed, looking beside her to see the empty bed, but a note on the end table. She smirked, but she didn’t have the time to read it now.
She stood and moved to the wardrobe, swinging the doors open. She did take a moment to look over herself for any marks, then turned and checked the wound on her back. She nodded once, then froze and stared into the mirror for a moment, a smile slowly growing on her face.
“I have a date.” She even giggled.
( Vague mention: @iiala-hos )
Veronica jerked out of a dream, sitting up quickly in her chair. She looked around a moment, having to figure out where she was. This was a common enough occurrence, she should be used to it. She stretched her arms up with a yawn, but nearly jumped as she felt something on her, only to glance back and see the blanket fall from her shoulders. She paused and thought for a moment, then glanced around quickly as she looked for someone, but nobody was there.
It took a moment for realization to settle in and she smiled a bit to herself before she pulled the blanket back up and wrapped it around herself for the walk to her room. It was either very late or very early, either way it was time to go back to bed...
( @iiala-hos )