I WILL TELL THE NIGHT [o, dyslexia discovery]

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    [size=8]romania was settled in the courtyard on her stomach, a book splayed out in front of her. annoyance and irritation was laced in her features. a moment later, the wolf was baring her teeth. "this is ridiculous." she muttered. before long, the book she had been trying to read was shut and set on a pile to her left. on her right, was another pile of books.


    with her maw, she grabbed another book from the right pile and dropped it in front of her. raising a paw, she flipped open the book to the first page and started reading.


    more like, tried to start reading.


    it was literally impossible. it was like the letters were moving in front of her eyes. shifting, turning, crawling all over her page and changing from A's to D's to W's in a matter of seconds. she blinked at the words in front of her and squinted but that had no effect; nothing on the page made sense.


    unfortunately, this had been happening for over the past few weeks. whenever romania tried to read, she was disappointed and angry because she couldn't. and she didn't know why either. not knowing why made her feel even worse about her condition - if you could even call it that.


    she wasn't sick. she felt fine. so why couldn't she read any goddamn books?


    the wolf opened her maw, growling, as she grabbed the book in her mouth and started shaking it from side-to-side, expressing her anger.


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    CALLING OUT FOR THE ROPE — hazel levesque — knights of eden — tags

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    Hazel loved reading, and had for as long as she could remember. Different genres brought different senses of comfort - factual and nonfiction made her feel intellectual; fiction made her feel safe. Even as a child, books and stories and words were important to her. Important because they made her feel like she was in control, because she could stop by closing the novel or just look away. Things you couldn't do in real life.


    At the sound of frustrated growling, Hazel rounded one particular corner and found Romania, angrily trying to destroy a book. "Romania?" Hazel asked, fictional brows furrowed with confusion. It wasn't every day you saw someone do the equivalent of strangling someone to a book. "What're you...doing?"

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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.


    Bastille, surprisingly, liked to read. He did not seem like the type to curl up with a book, but from time to time he could he seen with a history novel of some sort with him. He just... was drawn to the words, okay? It did not seem to match up with his turbulent personality at all, but hey - he could surprise people. It was similar to his socially awkward tendencies, secret tactile ways (read: he was cuddler), and surprising taste in music. It almost as if Bast wasn't as frightening as he seemed at times.


    Not that he'd ever admit. "Uh," he said flatly as he stopped by Hazel, "The fuck."


    I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!


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    [size=8]romania abruptly dropped the book, turning to look at hazel and bast with a deer in the headlight's look. "oh, i was just..." the wolf glanced down at the book she practically slobbered on. gross. "reading?" she looked back, trying not to appear guilty, at the two of them. "yes, reading."


    "the characters, uh, did something that made me mad." that was a pitiful excuse, she thought to herself. but she hoped that they didn't catch on. "and i took it out on the book. because of the characters." she glanced at the book. "making me mad."


    ooc: bast's reaction had me laughing oml
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    BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS. GRAND PRIOR.


    Bastille squinted at her as she maintained this argument. He wondered, for a moment, if she was going to retract and tell them something that made a little more sense, but no. No, she was really going with this... anger at the characters explanation. After a moment of continued staring, he finally grunted, "Uh... okay, then. What the fuck did they do?"


    I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!


    ANOTHER BAD POEM | 4.9


    [size=8]romania cursed herself for this lie. lying was never her strong suit. "they...well..." she squinted in the distance, hoping the look on her face was thoughtful. "this one women ended up killing her ex-husbands current wife...because she was jealous of their relationship being better than the one they had." she finished. if none of them caught on, maybe she could actually keep this lie going.


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    Bastille wasn't sure that he bought it, but he made a hmm noise and drawled lazily, "Tsk. Classic misogynistic socialization: woman led to murder fellow woman over some typical fuckboy. I'd probably rip my pages, too." He spoke dryly, but... wittily? It was almost strange out of Bast, who rarely spoke about any social feelings he had, but oh well. The more you know. His mother had made him a feminist.


    I THINK I'VE THOUGHT MYSELF TO DEATH!


    ANOTHER BAD POEM | 4.9