Ronan’s hands tapped in a frenetic pattern against the tops of his thighs as he walked, it wasn’t a patrol. He still had yet to go on one of those, at least by himself. Not much he was actually able to
do as long as the Moon, the bloody
MOON would only allow him a paper lantern to fight off whatever insane s**t decided he looked tasty this week. Maybe he could jam the stick into a nostril and give it a nosebleed before he was fully in its gullet. Possibly cause some indigestion on the way down.
He sighed. Maybe decisions made on adrenaline highs weren’t always the smartest, but he was in it now and there was no way he wasn’t going to do…whatever it was he could do until he got something less embarrassing to shake at the monsters. Straightening up and squaring his shoulders before the inevitable return of the awkward hunch that accompanied years spent bent close to the books that had defined his life until the past few months.
A visit to an unfamiliar spot to feed his habit was just what he needed, a reminder that whatever else was going on he was still himself. That the place had an Old English name felt serendipitous, a nice touch for a confusing time. Opening the door, Ronan inhaled deeply, as though drawing in the comforting familiarity of old books would counterbalance all of the strangeness.
For a moment it was easy to forget the possibility that there might be another person in here, that the promise of knowledge between the pages hadn’t simply sprung fully formed from the pavement. The seemingly sudden appearance of a young clerk(?) pulled him from his mind’s wanderings and back into reality.
“Oh, er. Hi. I’m just browsing.”His eyes scanned the bookcases, trying to hide the fact that the stranger’s voice had startled him before forcing his eyes to meet the other man.
“It’s a nice place you’ve got here...I like the name.”ArlentheAngel
So sorry for the delay! I've had no attention span lately but hopefully it won't be too much of a problem
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