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Post by paxtonarcher on May 20, 2011 21:35:55 GMT -5
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Libraries were a great place to think. To read, grab a nap, and even to hide if need be. This library in particular was great for the latter, its 6 floors and many, many shelves making it a labyrinth for those who even spent a great deal of their time within the musky smell of its old books.
It isn’t to say that Paxton was hiding, of course. Not from someone, at least. But something, instead. He needed to hide from his dorm in particular, so getting lost was really the only solution. He was lost, not to fond of the idea of being found, and this is – well – where he was going to start his day.
It was 6:45am, early or late depending on how you looked at it. The sun was coming up, lending its light glow to the library, aiding to the light of the small desk lamp at which Paxton sat by. Usually he would’ve been heading to bed around this time, spending the last amount of energy he had to make his final smoothie – probably banana chocolate this morning – slurp it up and then to sleep. This clearly wasn’t the agenda for today. Today he wasn’t leaving his perch.
Nox sat with his legs crossed, on top of the heavy wooden desk at the end of a long line of shelves. He had a book in his lap, it was probably some old thing that had to do with ancient cooking techniques, or perhaps a sappy romance. Either way, despite that his head was hung, his eyes fixed steadily on that book, it didn’t appear that he was in fact reading it. His eyes didn’t give off any hint that he was doing much of anything, in fact. It could very well be that he was sleeping, he was breathing shallow enough after all.
Truth was, if you watched carefully enough he did show some small signs of life. The occasional, very slow blink, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt sleeve that was loose around his wrist – and most obvious, his lips moving ever so slightly. As if in whispers. He wasn’t making any noises, simply wording out his thoughts. The same thoughts he’d hoped he’d left in his dorm.
‘Does she know? Remember? Will there be any going back?’
Being homesick was something Pax often was stuck with. In fact, he’d be hard-pressed to remember a day it didn’t plague his stomach with its dull ache. Surely everyone else in the school had felt this at some point or another, but were they able to leave it behind was the important question.
There was one critical downside to being nocturnal, and it was that Nox needed distractions to keep him from feeling quite this way. At night there wasn’t much of those readily available – 6:45 in the morning like this wasn’t anything new to him. It was the result of an entire night where he’d been left to his own.
“I need a hug.”
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