Osreor is Not Safe For Work (beguilingforce) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-03-24 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: osreor kastner, character: ripley morstan, location: the library |
Thread : Demons in the Library
WHO: Osreor Kastner and Ripley Morstan
WHEN: evening
WHERE:The library!
This particular evening after classes and dinner, Osreor was being studious. Or at least looking the part. He'd taken up temporary residence in one of the small study rooms off of the main room of the library. He'd left the door open and sat down at the small round table inside so he was facing the doorway and had a view out into the library, and others had a view of him in there.
The demon had Shakespeare open in front of him, a collection of the sonnets. Not for class, just because. He liked Shakespeare. The man had game. His phone was sitting on the table near his hand, a constant presence. His classmates had noticed it by now, both that he never spoke and that he was very often typing at his phone. The rumor mill had gone around about him by now, most people suspecting, if not knowing, that for some reason or another, the winsome intermediate year boy had no voice. Where the rumor mill really got interesting was in the ideas about how or why he had no voice. Rumors of curses, or his tongue being cut out, or that he just had nothing to say. When he occasionally did hear the rumors, they both amused him and made him feel quite sad.
As for the gorgon librarian Ms. Stheno, she seemed to favor him for his quietness and seeming respect of her domain. She didn't have any complaints of him using a study room, even though she regularly chased others out of the space when it was apparant they were not studying. Osreor thought it a nice spot for people watching, one of his favorite pastimes. In the library was a cross-section of students he didn't see often in the rec room or the gym or even the music room. The library seemed to be a haven for introverts and thoughtful folk, but people who were just as susceptible to the incubus's games as any other. Os was dressed same as he'd been for classes that day, tan slacks and a dressy green sweater that'd he'd bought suspecting it would draw the eye of a particular classmate. To his amusement it had, the girl had barely taken her eyes off him all day. He wondered if he'd made enough of an impression on her yet to be seeing her in her dreams soon.
Os glanced back down at his page, reading a few lines, then glancing up again. The words 'So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill' were still in his mind as he caught sight of his classmate between the stacks.