Post by sin on Sept 19, 2007 16:00:33 GMT -5
Sin had finally discovered his most recent activities were going to only be a pain. The still and silence would now become his two freshly found enemies when they once were his closest acquaintances. The library was their official comrade in crime. Reeking of guilty innocence the trio loomed over his shoulder with the eager intent to shepard him from his safety zones. And at the pit of his impassive psyche something would shudder and force some version of life back into faded eyes and facade...[/strike][/size][/color] Then it stopped.
He was almost surprised, but the quick memory of where he was muffled the rebel of shock- a book. In his hands. Delicate pages splayed, spine bending to appease its holder. He couldn't remember picking it up, but nevertheless flexed some intent on reading the text scrolled across the pale insides of the hardcover. Maybe it would mean somehting, or pull him further from this aftermath of day dreaming, but instead, the aftermath got to his head first.
The words blurred. Refusing, through his forced gaze, to hold still.
And then against his will, his squint slackened, as if a nerve had simply broken, tension snapped, and he was forced into easing the taut draw of his brow. Eyelids sunk, ebon pupil swelling in the lack of light. Black expanding, groping for some touch of shining while Sin solemnly turned the page. Some, abrupt, un-sober, inner desire grew frantic make the blurred words become clear. Except every word he saw seemed to fly or flee from as if his muse was a repellent. The next body of text was no different. Scriptures detached themselves from the paper, like minute demons dancing and twirling while simultaneously staying in the same place. Mechanically he went to turn the next page.
It was... silly.
He wasn't reading. This was a silly mimic of reading. A pretend over lapping another pretend. But no matter what- he wasn't reading.
Eyes and the unknown book were, promptly, slid shut.
He didn't open them. In a benumbed state he rested, frozen, in the seat, perched before a table, settled in the school library. Benumbed, and happy about it. Whatever senseless burden momentarily slipping off his shoulders to land in a messy tangle of still squirming tendrils birthed from broken thought.
Turning his back on those uneased knots was such an easy solution. An easy solution to everything. It felt unnatural. Tempting.
And if he tried hard enough it woulnd't be the fading reality but the fading boy, leaving nothing behind but the mechanics of a body, the ever dying tick of a heart and mind, with a mere nothing below that.
Dreamscapes of coal and ash. Trip once- just once -and suddenly you're covered from head to toe in soot. And the truth was Sin was a much more clumsy character than his grace would tell, truly- he was tired of getting up. But of course, in his pacified state of mind somehting a little deeper would cackle hoarsely and point a teasing finger whenever he let himself lie.'Look! Look at that clumsy boy... All dirty and trying to live in his head! Silly boy! You can't hi-'
He never got to hear the rest of it. The end of the guffawing sentence was always drowned in the approaching taciturn of the laughing voice. And there were, so many things to laugh at. Pretending to read was one of them. Eyes opened to the veil of banes that fell over his face, the book didn't open again though, instead Sin lifted it up by its spine and dropped it over the edge of his chair, not watching as the instantly bent edge of the stable cover bounced on the floor and the pages uttered a series of dry cries.
He didn't feel its pain.[/blockquote][/font][/size]
