Closed Starter|Tai
Wesley plonked the precarious pile of books onto the park bench with a sigh of relief. It was still early in the morning, so not many people were about, which made it his favorite spot to relax with a good book; or two; or three. Because no one was around, he didnât have to focus on being visible and tangible, so to the unaware passerby, it looked as if a book was just hovering in midair.
Sitting crosslegged, Wes settled in for a nice long reading session, currently enthralled with a book of early 16th century poetry. The sunlight through the trees created a dappled effect across the pages of his books, and cast an ethereal glow around him.Â
Occasionally he takes a break from reading, and watches the people who pass by. It is during one of these breaks that he sees him. Heâd seen the man around before, and though theyâd never actually interacted, he couldnât help the feeling that theyâd met before, somehow. He could never pinpoint when they could have met, though, and so he pushes away the sensation of deja vu, eyes returning the the pages of his book.Â
Wesley loses track of time again until someone tries to sit down in what to them appears to be an unoccupied seat. With a yelp of surprise, Wesley reverts to his visible form.
âAh! Sorry, people donât usually come over here, I can move if you want?â he offers, already gathering up his belongings into his arms, only now looking up from his stack of books.
âOh.â
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