@vocalcontrol // cont’d from here
THE DIFFUSED GREY LIGHT of the darkened sky pushes just enough light through a tiny slit of the dark curtains to make out the words on the page. there’s no air conditioning hum, no chatter of students outside your door, no godforsaken christmas carols floating in from the campus grounds. it’s just you, shinsou, & the dystopian world that lies within the volume cradled in your painted talons.
you had started reading the book reluctantly ( gothic literature is more your style ), but as each chapter passed, you found yourself more engrossed in the universe between the pages. a world divided by eternal conquest, upheld by an invisible authority that efficiently eliminated those who dared to defy them... certainly, there is horror in political conflict, which you could definitely appreciate. the faults of humanity & the fate of such a world never fail to fascinate you.
the faint sound of rustling breaks the silence, & your gaze flickers over to the source of the noise. it’s only shinsou, readjusting himself on the couch. ( you could have sworn his shoulders grazed by yours. ) his gaze, though still directed at the book, had begun to fade behind heavy eyelids. ( & then how lavender flickers up at you, so readily, as if jolted from a dream. )
it takes you a minute to catch your breath ( hold it there, swallow your emotions into the depths of hell whence they came ) before you turn your gaze to shinsou in earnest.
❝ of course. we are right–– you point at the paragraph, –– here. a pause. ❝ i can read aloud if you wish, so we can both keep track of where we are.
