Post by Meduzia on Dec 23, 2013 17:59:19 GMT 1
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
― C.S. Lewis
He straightens the paper with his hands carefully, the texture sliding beneath his hands, and he minds the ink to his left. If he spills this, they will probably make him clean it up too. It doesn't matter, for he would do it if needed, but Tony doesn't want people to think him rude, or clumsy, or perhaps both. He leans towards the parchment - it's brown to yellow, a colour he cannot exactly define, rough to touch and smells ancient, like the bookstores smell. He then looks at the envelope he has and mentally folds it. It will fit. It has to, anyway, because he's too clumsy to actually cut the paper without scissors. He doesn't trust himself - it won't be perfect if he makes a mistake there.
Tony looks out of the window next to him - surprisingly, it's not fogging up (magic, he reminds himself, this is Alegra and it's filled with magic). Through the glass, he can see the street outside and the people, as well. It is a nice day - of course everything is covered the snow, the white should that this world puts in closet only during the summer, but people are out in large amounts.
Somewhere out in the city, Aw is tending to the kids, but Tony doesn't have any life left in him. He is desperate, because they've been getting restless lately and he can't sleep, can't study and can't leave them for more than twenty minutes on their own before they make a mess. He has considered sending them away - to Áine's mother, to Rashida or (God forbid) Antonia or even her brother. He just-- he just needed a camp place to think, and a calm place to write this letter.
Then there is a book he wants to read afterwards, as well; something he borrowed from Rora. He needs to return it soon, but so far he hasn't found time to read it. Maybe later today; maybe later in general; maybe never, who knows with him?
A café seemed like the best idea. Academy is too noisy, and Academy brings stress to him. It dances about his back, settles on him heavily and he's walking with his shoulders slumped; it's dancing about his face and reflects on his eyes and he should really just leave the Academy and live with Rashida, but then he likes the Academy. He likes Áine and kids.
Tony still thinks he deserves the goddamn break, and maybe to socialise. Perhaps. Actually, that's all he needs that break for. To socialise with people other than Áine and Nate, and Aw's father and Nate's boyfriend.
He looks back at the letter, at the clear calligraphy of his adoptive mother's handwriting. Newcastle, it says, and Tony doesn't know where exactly that is, but he's aware it's in the United Kingdom. Rashida promised to show him the house, if Antonia allows it. Antonia is in France, so Tony doesn't see how she can even have any influence over that decision.
There is a small commotion outside - it starts snowing a little bit harder, and then some people enter. Tony stops writing, just keeps observing. He moves further into his seat when a rush of cold air hits him. And he still has the Academy jumper on - those were supposed to be warm.
― C.S. Lewis
He straightens the paper with his hands carefully, the texture sliding beneath his hands, and he minds the ink to his left. If he spills this, they will probably make him clean it up too. It doesn't matter, for he would do it if needed, but Tony doesn't want people to think him rude, or clumsy, or perhaps both. He leans towards the parchment - it's brown to yellow, a colour he cannot exactly define, rough to touch and smells ancient, like the bookstores smell. He then looks at the envelope he has and mentally folds it. It will fit. It has to, anyway, because he's too clumsy to actually cut the paper without scissors. He doesn't trust himself - it won't be perfect if he makes a mistake there.
Tony looks out of the window next to him - surprisingly, it's not fogging up (magic, he reminds himself, this is Alegra and it's filled with magic). Through the glass, he can see the street outside and the people, as well. It is a nice day - of course everything is covered the snow, the white should that this world puts in closet only during the summer, but people are out in large amounts.
Somewhere out in the city, Aw is tending to the kids, but Tony doesn't have any life left in him. He is desperate, because they've been getting restless lately and he can't sleep, can't study and can't leave them for more than twenty minutes on their own before they make a mess. He has considered sending them away - to Áine's mother, to Rashida or (God forbid) Antonia or even her brother. He just-- he just needed a camp place to think, and a calm place to write this letter.
Then there is a book he wants to read afterwards, as well; something he borrowed from Rora. He needs to return it soon, but so far he hasn't found time to read it. Maybe later today; maybe later in general; maybe never, who knows with him?
A café seemed like the best idea. Academy is too noisy, and Academy brings stress to him. It dances about his back, settles on him heavily and he's walking with his shoulders slumped; it's dancing about his face and reflects on his eyes and he should really just leave the Academy and live with Rashida, but then he likes the Academy. He likes Áine and kids.
Tony still thinks he deserves the goddamn break, and maybe to socialise. Perhaps. Actually, that's all he needs that break for. To socialise with people other than Áine and Nate, and Aw's father and Nate's boyfriend.
He looks back at the letter, at the clear calligraphy of his adoptive mother's handwriting. Newcastle, it says, and Tony doesn't know where exactly that is, but he's aware it's in the United Kingdom. Rashida promised to show him the house, if Antonia allows it. Antonia is in France, so Tony doesn't see how she can even have any influence over that decision.
There is a small commotion outside - it starts snowing a little bit harder, and then some people enter. Tony stops writing, just keeps observing. He moves further into his seat when a rush of cold air hits him. And he still has the Academy jumper on - those were supposed to be warm.