“Such a disgusting holiday...”
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Al Capone (via aeoelu)
{ [ what a C O L D child –! ] }
Demons of the Goetia
Witches and demons creating a circle, Nathaniel Crouch, The Kingdom of Darkness, 1688
Ghosts in Jumieges Abbey - july 2015
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♡- A crush
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☯- A secret life
♣- A dirty dream
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❀- A dream/desire
While Shiori was still worried that the boy might be waiting on her, she tried her best to push the thought from her mind as she continued to type away, writing up a basic outline for her paper with relative ease. Since she had done quite a bit of research on antique weapons on her own, it wasn’t difficult at all for her to finish things up quickly–really, all that she needed was a few sources and citations, and then she would be ready to write a rough draft. Hoping that she wouldn’t disturb him she quietly got up from her seat and began to browse the stacks, deciding that it would be best if she put in some effort to look for books before going to him for help, as even though he had extended the offer she was still a bit nervous when it came to speaking with him–his very presence was intimidating, and the last thing she wanted was to disturb the delicate balance between the two of them. After all, even though he had been kind to her, she could tell that he didn’t have much patience or regard for others…
A few minutes were spent walking through the shelves and picking out a few books, and once she had a good enough stack she sat back down in her seat, flipping through pages and taking notes with ease. Writing papers had never been difficult for her, but gathering citations was always the most tedious part; once she had enough information she wouldn’t have to worry especially since the paper wasn’t due for another week, but she still wanted to do the best job she possibly could. Every so often she looked up at the boy, shyly flashing him a smile whenever their eyes met–which didn’t happen much as his nose was in his book, grey eyes completely transfixed by whatever lied within its contents. Time passed and she continued to work until she reached a stopping point, and with that she finally gathered up her courage and went over to him, hoping that he wouldn’t think her too much of a bother. “Um…I gathered a few sources since I didn’t want to bother you much…would you like to look at them? You–you don’t have to, but…since you had mentioned it before…”
He couldn’t help but wonder where this encounter would leave on the long run. Will this remain the first and last time they meet, or will it bloom into a friendship? God, one option sounded worse than the other. He really didn’t want to be friends with her - based on past experiences, it was too much of a bother to keep a friendship up. Always having to remember birthdays, to check up on someone, it just wasn’t in his nature. He actively avoided socializing with people. This was one of the few times he actually gave in, and decided not to live like a hermit, and actually induce in a conversation with someone. Well..kind of a conversation. But now that he thought about it, he didn’t even know who this girl was. Besides her shy and scaredy appearance, he didn’t know anything about her. Then again, he probably wouldn’t see her again, so being able to pair a name to her face wasn’t necessary...still, the curiosity inside him burnt strong as per usual. God, his mind kept running in circles, how can he get so worked up over something so simple as this?
This was all pointless. He was worrying over nothing. Blaming all of it on his lack of social skills, he suddenly realized he passed by at least six pages without even focusing on the story. And as he lifted his gaze from the book, he also came to realize the pile of books by her side grew significantly; she must have gotten up at some point, and collected books for further research. Just how long was he absorbed in his own silly thoughts? Not long after he came down to his senses, she approached him, nervously as ever. Shutting his book without bothering to mark where he had left off (truth to be told, he didn’t even remember), he turned towards her, trying to look less intimidating than how he naturally seemed. “..Sure thing. And no need to be so nervous, I know I look scary, but I’m not going to bite you or anything...”
look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.