[ Action || Library ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Tucked away in the back of the library is a table loaded up with books. On top of the books are boxes of multi-colored pencils, a good fraction of them snapped into unusable pieces. And seated at the table, obscured by all the books and boxes, is a troll, bent over a notebook, maroon colored pencil in hand, coloring away. He has homework he should be doing, but he doesn't really care. In that moment, all that mattered to him was the drawing of a robotic girl with large red eyes and graceful curves.]

Ah... Aradia... How I long to gaze once more into your soulless eyes... to read your words of patience and obedience... to hold your cold metal chasis in my arms...

[He sighs longingly, putting aside his pencil to trace blue bow lips, then glances around conspiratorially. There was no one around, was there? No one was watching? No, the coast was clear.]

[Biting his lip, he picked up the notebook, holding it aloft in front of him. With one last glance, he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the drawing.]

[Moments later, he leaned to the side, cradling the notebook in his arms as if he was sweeping it off its feet, passionately kissing the drawing.]

Comments

1/2 I apologize for this...

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[What is this...]

2/2

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[


Takes a picture or two.]

ahahahaha yes

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[ . . .]

[At the subtle click of a camera going off, the sound ringing in his ears like the bang of a gun, Equius slowly raises his eyes, looking wide-eyed up a Japan over the rims of his sunglasses.]

[Oh.]

[Oh no.]

[totallynotaspaz.livejournal.com]

[












What.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[What?]

[You've never seen a troll snog a picture before?]

1/3

[offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so this is a human library, huh? It's really interesting... not. How can you concentrate with all this silence going on? Still, you suppose if there was any information on the humans of this world that you'd want to know about, this may be a good place to look.

Provided you cared.

...hmm? There's some movement over there...]

2/3

[offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com]

[...uh...]

3/3

[offwth31rh34ds.livejournal.com]

[...with that guy, you don't even want to know.]

[brightens]

[ His luck is terrible... The moment he turns back to the drawing...

Welp. ]

... Ah...

[ She was just here to... Pick up a book... So she'll just... Tip-toe... Over to the shelf and...

... Yeah... ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even make it to the next round of kissing. He just sees Vanille tip-toeing away over the top of the page. Where did all these people come from?! Sob.]

1/?

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Here comes eridan. He's just going to casually waste time or something.

Walkin' on by. Woop doop doop.]

ill just... tell you when done.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. It's Eq', all in person and shit.

Keep on walkin' keep on wal-]

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Pause.

Hold the phone what is he doing.]

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[That could be me...]

okay done.

[ageaaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Wait no what are we doing stop daydreaming. Instead, he'll just... move his hand to his mouth and cough.]

What do we have here?

[knightofmirth.livejournal.com]

[No warning needed here. Dave will just appear.

Perched on top of the nearest bookshelf.

Watching him.]

I hope you have multiple copies, bro. You're gonna mess that motherfucker right up.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He's supposed to be the creepy watcher, Strikara, not you. What are you doing? Besides making him press his cheek to the picture and turn to glare at you over the rims of his glasses]

I should think it's not any of your business.

[agt-doubletap.livejournal.com]

[Oh what the fuck.]

[What the fuck is that a picture of Aradia?!]

[BRB, territorial instincts flaring up.]

[He sort of appears behind Equius, growling faintly.]

What are you doing?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He's dropping his notebook and flailing all over the place, Sollux, what does it look like?]

That is none of your business, lowblood!

[poetry-hero.livejournal.com]

[Cue the eyebrow raise as Apollo walks past and ever-so-loudly drops a book onto a shelf.]

Next time, snog a real girl, won't you?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Equius just about jumps right out of his skin, thanks]

I would, thank you very much, if she were here!

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Here's how it's gonna go.]

[ > See Equius; Oh god, there he is. Don't go by him, he's fucking insane]

[ > Remember you're not a stupid pansy; Oh yeah, whatt he hell, why would he even think to avoid Equius?]

[ > Look at your hand; Why? Oh yeah, there's this drink he's enjoying...]

[ > Understand what this weird voice in your head is getting at; Heh heh heh.]

[Equius, enjoy the red coloued drink all over the table infront of you and on your marvelous everything you were working on. Tavros doesn't even CARE to look.]

WHATCHA DoooooIN?

[ > Try to ignore your still broken rid and throbbing cuts...; Try]

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[ . . . ]

[ . . . ]

[ . . . ]

[ sob ]

[No, he can't sob, he's to manry for that. Just going to stare at his ruined books blankly, anger bubbling cheerfully away in the back of his mind like a pot of tea.]

[Delicious anger tea]

I hate you.

[betwixttocks.livejournal.com]

[Loudly pops her gum once as she stands across the table from him, a book titled something about the end of the world or close to it. She's between looking disturbed and horrifically amused.]

Does it taste like the real thing?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[You know, he'd been pretty happy after Tavros showed up. Not anymore, obviously.]

Not even remotely close. Go away, Vriska.

[He wants his smoochbot back...]