Library [10.21]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Knowing that this coming weekend was the 'Parent Weekend' nonsense had put Anemone in a strange mood, alternating between melencholy and spiteful. She had grabbed a poetry book from the shelves as a distraction, in a legitimate attempt to broaden her literary horizons. They were probably going to study it sometime in class, and she didn't want to feel like an idiot for not knowing any poems.

And voices are / In the wind’s singing / More distant and more solemn / Than a fading star.

Anemone tossed the book across the room with a snarl and stomped off in search of a decent comic book. Poetry was stupid.

The Fandom High Library was open, but beware of flung books.

Comments

Re: Talk to Anemone

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin struggled with his desire to continue pretending, but he just couldn't do it anymore. "Not really, no."

Re: Talk to Anemone

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

She leaned against the table and glanced down at the pictures he had there. "Well, what's wrong? Why are you lurking in my corners?"

Re: Talk to Anemone

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

"I needed a quiet place I guess." he said. He looked back down at the pictures, and sniffed.

Re: Talk to Anemone

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone's eyes narrowed dangerously; there was an emo frog in her library, and he was getting in serious danger of being tossed in the pond.

"Why are you needing a quiet place?" she tried again, fingers reaching out to flip through the photos. "Cute. That your friend from over the summer?"

Re: Talk to Anemone

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Throwing him in the pond would be counter productive.

Robin nodded. "Uh huh. Her name's...was, Beatrice."