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tampered2009-01-13 09:57 am
i-themagician.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2009-01-13 09:57 am
log; in progress
When; Sunday, January 11th, afternoon.
Rating;G PG due to Shiki
Characters; Akiha![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seeking_heat, Clow i_themagician, and Shiki concept_killer at some point.
Summary; Akiha is responsible, and Clow and Shiki have the collective attention span of a fish.
Log;
Head propped up on one arm over a book, Clow could have been a mannequin for how still he sat, his hair falling out of its loose ponytail strand by strand and falling in front of his face, partially obscuring it. The place and time and company were completely lost to him now, as he seemed old and oblivious in the same way that a particularly large tree is, as if asleep yet still soaking up something like sunlight or information. Then, all at once he remembered to breathe and leaned back in his chair, the creaking of furniture and shuffling of cloth almost seeming to echo throughout the library as there were almost no other sounds to drown it out. Picking up a pad and pencil, he began to sketch what looked like an eyeball and a glass lens. It was, from a potential onlooker's point of view, the most exciting thing that had happened all afternoon.
Rating;
Characters; Akiha
seeking_heat, Clow i_themagician, and Shiki concept_killer at some point.Summary; Akiha is responsible, and Clow and Shiki have the collective attention span of a fish.
Log;
Head propped up on one arm over a book, Clow could have been a mannequin for how still he sat, his hair falling out of its loose ponytail strand by strand and falling in front of his face, partially obscuring it. The place and time and company were completely lost to him now, as he seemed old and oblivious in the same way that a particularly large tree is, as if asleep yet still soaking up something like sunlight or information. Then, all at once he remembered to breathe and leaned back in his chair, the creaking of furniture and shuffling of cloth almost seeming to echo throughout the library as there were almost no other sounds to drown it out. Picking up a pad and pencil, he began to sketch what looked like an eyeball and a glass lens. It was, from a potential onlooker's point of view, the most exciting thing that had happened all afternoon.