http://ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-10-03 01:37 am
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Library; Wednesday [ 10/02 ]

Adah limped into the library this Wednesday, October the Second, supposedly the Year of Their Lord Two Thousand Seven without the usual armful of books; it was a sad moment for her, really, as she instead had to clutch to a thermos of hot tea to aid in soothing her throat, which was inexplicably sore these past few days. She felt unbalanced without the books. And she let out a soft sigh when she saw the stack of books that needed to be put away on the desk, waiting for her, as though her usual stack was displaced, leaning tower of literature.

She dropped into the chair, looking at them idly, and decided that she'd just read them instead of putting them away.

Re: Fifth Period -- 10/02

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2007-10-04 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"What you're thinking," he answered, ran a thumb over the top of her hand again. "Whatever you want."

Re: Fifth Period -- 10/02

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2007-10-04 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't immediately answer, choosing instead to take his time, gather his thoughts while he looked down at their hands. Speaking without thinking only worked sometimes.

"Because your hands are soft," he finally said. "Because mine are warm. Because maybe I think I'm helping you fill an empty space just a little. We can talk and not talk but touching is something more. I wanted to. I want to."

Re: Fifth Period -- 10/02

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2007-10-04 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I should give you your hand back," he said after a few moment's of quiet, a few moment's of tracing a pattern on the back of her hand. "You might need it, huh?"

Re: Fifth Period -- 10/02

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2007-10-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Or I could hang around," he added when he noticed the blush, smile and shrug. "And just do this for awhile."

With a smile of his own, he changed the pattern, finger still soft against the back of her hand though. He didn't have anywhere to be.