Maybe I should go talk to Yuiisai, he might be up, Ahote thought to himself, stroking his chin in thought. He might be asleep at this hour, actually. It’d be embarrassing to walk in and disturb him… The boy sighed, taking both hands and rubbing his cheeks sleepily. It was one of those nights where Ahote wanted to crash after many days of work and power napping, as his sleeping schedule was rather peculiar and didn’t sleep as much as other kids his age. He wouldn’t know that, of course.
Ahote looked over at his bookshelf, realizing that there were many books he hasn’t even started yet. They were all thick, dusty, and aged and the language a bit different, making it difficult to read as quickly as he could with a modern text. The thought of having to annotate and paraphrase every other paragraph made him feel less and less wanting to read them. Ahote’s brows furrowed and turned on his side, turning his back to the majority of the room and his face facing the clean, stone walls. He had nothing else to do, and would have to be left alone with his thoughts until he fell asleep.
Ahote would stare at his small reflection on his prosthetic, left arm. Often times, he didn’t have any specific emotion associated with the incident that caused this, just the overwhelming pain and fear of his own self. I’m pathetic… afraid of using magic in a world of magic. But that pain, that terrible, terrible pain… Ahote thought to himself, burying his face into his arms and wrapping his legs around the blankets with sad, dull eyes. Being alone with his thoughts gave him an hour of hearing the gentle tap of blizzard winds against his frosty, dusty window. Feeling his hairless, smooth legs brush up against the large, wool blankets and his head pressed against a stack of pillows. Smelling the scented wax in the air as it entered into his lungs and seeing only nothing as he closed his eyes and drifted into a faraway, deep sleep. The boy was far too tired. Far too tired to think, to try, to worry, to exist in this moment. Ahote closed his eyes as the strength in his arms began to fade into limpness. For the rest of the night, he thought, maybe, just maybe…
I’ll disappear, for now.
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