Post by BugInTheWater on May 12, 2020 15:47:34 GMT -5
Covid sat at a table inside of the Library, with a few sheets of Papyrill paper and some Papyrill leaves. He wanted to write something, but right now, he didn’t know exactly what.
He sighed softly, and reached out to his plate of Blob-eating Bulb leaves that Falconry had fetched him. He figured if he was gonna eat in the library, he was gonna have to bring something pretty much mess-proof. He crunched on one, and grabbed a book that was next to him. His first book. He looked at the pen name he signed it with. God, he regretted it. He hadn’t wanted people to know who wrote it, but… He didn’t feel that same way. He was just a small blob then. He already felt as if he’d matured in a way.
He made some gold ink with a yellow poffdula pod, and scribbled out where his pen name was, and changed it simply to Corvid. He let it dry, then put it up back on the shelf. Did people even read it? He didn’t know.
He turned back to the blank pages. The only thing he could think of now was his now resurfaced memories. Why now? Why did he have to remember all of this, and why did Usurper have to, too? He didn’t want to remember how he failed his cat, his birds, and his own daughter. He didn’t want to be a failure.
He shoved his papers out of the way, and rested his head into his wings. He was starting to cry again. In public. In the middle of the Library.
Plumage and Falconry both snuggled up to Corvid, but it did nothing to stop his crying. It probably made it worse, actually. Considering they were the two birds he failed…
Bubbles floated next to Corvid, and snuggled up to him too. The cold touch matched really well with the warmth of feathers… Though he didn’t want any of this right now. He just wanted to forget.
He sighed softly, and reached out to his plate of Blob-eating Bulb leaves that Falconry had fetched him. He figured if he was gonna eat in the library, he was gonna have to bring something pretty much mess-proof. He crunched on one, and grabbed a book that was next to him. His first book. He looked at the pen name he signed it with. God, he regretted it. He hadn’t wanted people to know who wrote it, but… He didn’t feel that same way. He was just a small blob then. He already felt as if he’d matured in a way.
He made some gold ink with a yellow poffdula pod, and scribbled out where his pen name was, and changed it simply to Corvid. He let it dry, then put it up back on the shelf. Did people even read it? He didn’t know.
He turned back to the blank pages. The only thing he could think of now was his now resurfaced memories. Why now? Why did he have to remember all of this, and why did Usurper have to, too? He didn’t want to remember how he failed his cat, his birds, and his own daughter. He didn’t want to be a failure.
He shoved his papers out of the way, and rested his head into his wings. He was starting to cry again. In public. In the middle of the Library.
Plumage and Falconry both snuggled up to Corvid, but it did nothing to stop his crying. It probably made it worse, actually. Considering they were the two birds he failed…
Bubbles floated next to Corvid, and snuggled up to him too. The cold touch matched really well with the warmth of feathers… Though he didn’t want any of this right now. He just wanted to forget.
