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fandomhigh2011-01-23 09:47 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2011-01-23 09:47 am
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Library, [01/23]
Today was a 'busy work' sort of day in the library. Jonothon had even showed up for his shift early, like he'd threatened to do earlier in the week, armed with incentive and not much else.
There were things that were eating at him. So he had to throw himself bodily into whatever task he might notice today, because if he was thinking about alphabetizing the misplaced books throughout the entire sci-fi section, or about straightening all of the dog-eared pages that he stumbled over, or poking through the system to figure out who needed to get notices for late books, then he wasn't thinking about anything else.
That worked nicely in his favour.
Off to the side, he had a few books waiting, at least. He'd taken a few moments today to dig out a few favourites, as per Rosalind's request. Something else to drown his thoughts under, he was certain. But he wasn't complaining.
[Open!]
There were things that were eating at him. So he had to throw himself bodily into whatever task he might notice today, because if he was thinking about alphabetizing the misplaced books throughout the entire sci-fi section, or about straightening all of the dog-eared pages that he stumbled over, or poking through the system to figure out who needed to get notices for late books, then he wasn't thinking about anything else.
That worked nicely in his favour.
Off to the side, he had a few books waiting, at least. He'd taken a few moments today to dig out a few favourites, as per Rosalind's request. Something else to drown his thoughts under, he was certain. But he wasn't complaining.
[Open!]
Re: Talk to Jono
She wouldn't put Squall through this. No matter what that meant. She was going to be a good Sorceress.
And if she felt herself slipping, she was going to remember Jono, sitting here, with the blood of his girlfriend on his hands.
"Is there ..." Her voice trailed off. "I wish I knew what to say," she said. "Something useful or helpful I could do. I want to be all mothering and wrap you in a blanket and pet your hair but I don't think you'd go for that."
Re: Talk to Jono
//Please, don't,// he replied, more feeling than actual words, again. Words were difficult to form, when he could barely string together a coherent thought. Emotions made sense even without the added benefit of consonants and vowels, backing them up. //Don't touch me.//
And then a flicker of guilt in the shape of his fire, barely a heartbeat of it before he clamped down and cut off that open flow of emotion again.
Re: Talk to Jono
"I wasn't," she said quickly. "I w-wouldn't. I ..."
Her heart was breaking, and she couldn't even soothe him. She didn't know how.
"Jono, this isn't your fault. It isn't."
Re: Talk to Jono
He shrugged a little, wrapping his arms around himself, staring down at the floor.
//It might as well be.//
He'd seen it coming.