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writetomyheart2016-01-18 10:42 pm
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[ Team One ] A Hard-Bound Copy of Self-Denial
So this is the Star Wars - The Force Awakens dudes shoved into a college library au....hopefully to be continued eventually. (Because my friend and I have way too many horrible ship names to foist on humanity xD)
“Will you hand me another stack of those bookmarks?” Kylo Ren waggles his fingers in the slim space between his coworker’s nose and the book propped in front of it.
“Will you--!” Hux’s protest is cut off with a sneeze that explodes from his nostrils and sprays the check-out counter with droplets that glisten like dew in the afternoon sunlight. “Gah, I’ve told you plenty of times not to wear that stinky perfume to work! You know I’m allergic. And then you have to go and shove your smelly wrists in my face all shift!”
Kylo Ren dangles a kleenex from his fingers with a shrug of apology. Hux snatches it up without a thank you and shoves his dripping nose into the folds before realizing it’s scented with lavender. His sigh of disgust precedes another round of sneezes triggered by the faux herbal medication. Kylo Ren shoves a bottle of hand sanitizer at his pathetic coworker and reaches for the bookmarks himself.
The stack of icy blue cardstock sheets still need to be cut into strips along before they can be distributed to the computer stations throughout the first two floors of the library. The bookmarks sport the same quotes about reading and books as the yellow rectangles from last semester did. The only difference is the updated schedule at the bottom which lists the closings on public holidays for the term and the extended hours during finals week.
The paper cutter is upstairs in the head librarian’s office, and since this is Tuesday afternoon Kylo Ren knows better than to disturb Maz. He settles back on his stool and sets to work with a craft knife and a ruler, separating the bookmarks one by one with precise slices of the blade. The afternoon sun slinks through the high windows above the doors like a lone cat on the prowl, but nothing else in Kylo Ren’s line of sight moves except for the Hux’s sniffles and the occasional whisk of paper when he turns a page.
Kylo Ren’s well oiled blade is silent and ruthless. The rows of the reference section at the front of the first floor are mercifully deserted. This is why he likes the Tuesday afternoon shift the best, even if he has to put up with Hux’s intermittent moanings about the dust or the weather outside or his literature homework. Kylo Ren doesn’t mind the dust at all as long as the silence holds.
Of course today, since the sky shines clear through the windows and Hux is preoccupied with a book instead of complaining about one for a change, trouble would choose to stalk the aisles of the peaceful library in the form of another, unanticipated menace. I should have seen it coming, Kylo Ren thinks with a twitch of disdain stiffening his fingers as her shadow banishes the sunny rays from the doorway for a moment.
Hux sits up with a gasp, and sneezes again. “Ren! It’s her!”
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“Will you hand me another stack of those bookmarks?” Kylo Ren waggles his fingers in the slim space between his coworker’s nose and the book propped in front of it.
“Will you--!” Hux’s protest is cut off with a sneeze that explodes from his nostrils and sprays the check-out counter with droplets that glisten like dew in the afternoon sunlight. “Gah, I’ve told you plenty of times not to wear that stinky perfume to work! You know I’m allergic. And then you have to go and shove your smelly wrists in my face all shift!”
Kylo Ren dangles a kleenex from his fingers with a shrug of apology. Hux snatches it up without a thank you and shoves his dripping nose into the folds before realizing it’s scented with lavender. His sigh of disgust precedes another round of sneezes triggered by the faux herbal medication. Kylo Ren shoves a bottle of hand sanitizer at his pathetic coworker and reaches for the bookmarks himself.
The stack of icy blue cardstock sheets still need to be cut into strips along before they can be distributed to the computer stations throughout the first two floors of the library. The bookmarks sport the same quotes about reading and books as the yellow rectangles from last semester did. The only difference is the updated schedule at the bottom which lists the closings on public holidays for the term and the extended hours during finals week.
The paper cutter is upstairs in the head librarian’s office, and since this is Tuesday afternoon Kylo Ren knows better than to disturb Maz. He settles back on his stool and sets to work with a craft knife and a ruler, separating the bookmarks one by one with precise slices of the blade. The afternoon sun slinks through the high windows above the doors like a lone cat on the prowl, but nothing else in Kylo Ren’s line of sight moves except for the Hux’s sniffles and the occasional whisk of paper when he turns a page.
Kylo Ren’s well oiled blade is silent and ruthless. The rows of the reference section at the front of the first floor are mercifully deserted. This is why he likes the Tuesday afternoon shift the best, even if he has to put up with Hux’s intermittent moanings about the dust or the weather outside or his literature homework. Kylo Ren doesn’t mind the dust at all as long as the silence holds.
Of course today, since the sky shines clear through the windows and Hux is preoccupied with a book instead of complaining about one for a change, trouble would choose to stalk the aisles of the peaceful library in the form of another, unanticipated menace. I should have seen it coming, Kylo Ren thinks with a twitch of disdain stiffening his fingers as her shadow banishes the sunny rays from the doorway for a moment.
Hux sits up with a gasp, and sneezes again. “Ren! It’s her!”
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