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Re: fill | heavy in your arms [3B PROPER/?]

[anonymous]

A/N SHIT, I was double checking and this is meant to go in before the part b that is there. Argh, let me go bang my head on this wall for a while. So... Read this before the other parts, or at least it'll make the other parts seem less disjoint if you read it last.

He comes to on his bunk, his eyes opening to see Jesse leaning against the opposite wall, reading. He looks over the book and stares at Andrew, then says ‘I,’ then swallows, ‘I brought you a book. You don’t really seem to be enjoying Nineteen-Eighty Four.’

He’s right, Andrew doesn’t really like the book. He’s already in prison, he knows what it’s like to be under the control of the government, doesn’t need to read about it. Really, Andrew is just surprised that Jesse is talking to him.

‘Orwell is an acquired taste,’ Jesse continues. He reaches out and snags a book from their little desk. It’s depressing that he can reach across the entire length of the cell from where he is: they really are penned inside a tiny cage.

‘Here,’ he says, offering Andrew a book. Andrew sits up, his side complaining. ‘You have three broken ribs,’ Jesse tells him when he gasps at the pain. It hurts. A lot.

The book looks like it was published twenty years ago, and has been dropped, ripped, cut and bitten more than a few times since. ‘The Chrysalids,’ he reads, his voice slightly croaky and stuttery. He coughs. ‘Thank you.’

Jesse shrugs and just pulls himself up onto his bunk.

‘Where do you get the books?’ Andrew asks to stimulate the conversation after a few moments of silence, in a way he hopes is casual. He turns his book over in his hands, hears Jesse hesitate.

‘I’m helping reorder the library. I’m the librarian here, it’s my job.’

Andrew licks at his lips, they’re cracked and dry, but he doesn’t have any vaseline. The idea of vaseline makes him shudder (though god knows lube would probably be a luxury).

‘But,’ he says and then bites at the inside of his cheek. ‘You’re also a-’ he stops.

‘An inmate?’ he hears from above him, Jesse’s voice is amused but dry. ‘Yes. I’m just not a fan of bundling cutlery. But shockingly some would prefer to do that than deal with books.’ His tongue clicks once, almost like a tut. Andrew can’t help but laugh. It’s harsh and painful and comes out as more of a sob, making him clutch at his side.

There’s silence in the cell, unending to a backdrop of cacophony outside. He hears the sound of pages being turned shortly after, so he opens his own, new book. ‘When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city...’

Re: fill | heavy in your arms [3B PROPER/?]

[anonymous]

This story is fantastic! So well done! So well done! I cannot wait for more! :)