Log for aneasyheart, DDHW.
Alice was stretched out in a chair, feet up on one of the mahogany tables, turning pages with one red fingernail. She liked the library; it gave her a chance to not go completely stircrazy. If she was reading, she could at least escape a bit into her own world. Her free hand turned the stick of the cherry lollipop in her mouth, which was turning her lips faintly red.
She tapped her bare toes against each other as she continued reading. She'd never really been a Faulkner fan before, but The Sound and the Fury was holding her attention. She wanted to ruffle Quentin's hair. Alice was so absorbed in her book, she didn't notice when anyone else entered the library.
She tapped her bare toes against each other as she continued reading. She'd never really been a Faulkner fan before, but The Sound and the Fury was holding her attention. She wanted to ruffle Quentin's hair. Alice was so absorbed in her book, she didn't notice when anyone else entered the library.