i swear that i will make it real ; incomplete
Who: Uchiha Itachi cannibar, Caim undeify
What: idk research times
Where: Library Archives
When: Backdated! Just after anima's disappearance.
He leaned forward, silent in his observation of the text sprawled across parchment lying across the desk below.
Once upon a time, this would have been daily life, a young boy incapable of caring for the world outside of his own realm of consciousness. Absorbing limitless knowledge into a limited memory (the brain had endless potential, but even it had to reach a capacity at some point for storage), Caim remembered wasting years of his life in a room just like this in a more relaxed position than this.
And alone.
How things changed with time and circumstance, and if things weren't so serious, he would have laughed at the very thought. There's no time for that, though, now, and the Ice Magister sighs in frustration, slowly coming to terms with the reality of the current situation. He wasn't fourteen, he didn't have no responsibilities, and things were never going to be like that again.
In fact, it was quite the opposite now, wasn't it?
But pouring over books and parchments and restricted files so far had turned up absolutely nothing concerning the current search: nothing on anima, nothing of use pertaining to foreigners' gestalts, nothing.
"Some things are better left unknown, I suppose," he muttered finally, irritation crowning his words before he stepped away from the table, bringing a hand to his head in exasperation. Exhaustion, too, but to rest meant free time to think and free time to think meant coming to terms with what he'd had to do before approaching anima, before finding himself outside the steps of the library being angered by a mere child, and before he found himself in the only comforting company that seemed left and available these days. It sounded almost selfish, and perhaps it was, but regardless Caim was at least glad for the even silent company of the Uchiha clan member that was not far off tending to his own books and parchments.
"You didn't have to help, you know. I can imagine quite a few more interesting things one could be researching at this moment." Despite his words, he smiled tiredly-not at Itachi, but just a general weak type of smile indicating his appreciation. And that's what his words were, too. Nothing more than convoluted appreciation because to say thank you these days really just was impossible.
What: idk research times
Where: Library Archives
When: Backdated! Just after anima's disappearance.
He leaned forward, silent in his observation of the text sprawled across parchment lying across the desk below.
Once upon a time, this would have been daily life, a young boy incapable of caring for the world outside of his own realm of consciousness. Absorbing limitless knowledge into a limited memory (the brain had endless potential, but even it had to reach a capacity at some point for storage), Caim remembered wasting years of his life in a room just like this in a more relaxed position than this.
And alone.
How things changed with time and circumstance, and if things weren't so serious, he would have laughed at the very thought. There's no time for that, though, now, and the Ice Magister sighs in frustration, slowly coming to terms with the reality of the current situation. He wasn't fourteen, he didn't have no responsibilities, and things were never going to be like that again.
In fact, it was quite the opposite now, wasn't it?
But pouring over books and parchments and restricted files so far had turned up absolutely nothing concerning the current search: nothing on anima, nothing of use pertaining to foreigners' gestalts, nothing.
"Some things are better left unknown, I suppose," he muttered finally, irritation crowning his words before he stepped away from the table, bringing a hand to his head in exasperation. Exhaustion, too, but to rest meant free time to think and free time to think meant coming to terms with what he'd had to do before approaching anima, before finding himself outside the steps of the library being angered by a mere child, and before he found himself in the only comforting company that seemed left and available these days. It sounded almost selfish, and perhaps it was, but regardless Caim was at least glad for the even silent company of the Uchiha clan member that was not far off tending to his own books and parchments.
"You didn't have to help, you know. I can imagine quite a few more interesting things one could be researching at this moment." Despite his words, he smiled tiredly-not at Itachi, but just a general weak type of smile indicating his appreciation. And that's what his words were, too. Nothing more than convoluted appreciation because to say thank you these days really just was impossible.