Zephaniah Jones (hiddenfromabove) wrote in afternightfalls, @ 2019-03-10 18:30:00 |
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A kiss on the forehead had been all that was left behind when Zane had dropped his last ward off with her real relatives. He did not go out of his way to pick up strays. Strays found him, the lost finding solace in the lost he supposed. It had been quiet without her there. It had brought about a weak moment with Eilis and desire for connection from old friends that might have been bad for him. Green eyes watched over the group of people taking up spaces in the large library on a late night January. His gaze landing on a young girl with dark hair and large eyes pouring herself over a series of random books. There was something odd about her that he could not put his finger on. Attention drawn away by a regular customer approaching him, Zane offered a soft smile. 'How are we tonight, Father Zephaniah?' He asked, teasing notes in his heavily accented voice. "I asked you not to call me that, Joseph. What are you looking for tonight?" 'You can ask all you want, but only priests have names like yours. And, I need those articles on ancient Sumeria for my final.' Zane shook his head, uncrossing his hands, and walked back into the larger than life shelves of behind his desk that held articles and texts he would be replacing back to their spot in the basement later that night. "I thought you might need them again, Joseph. Do not let those troubles of yours take you from finishing this on time." He had told the boy that night, knowing the final would be far enough away for the boy to fall back into his mistakes. |