Alexandria (Trigger warning) by righterwriter, literature
Literature
Alexandria (Trigger warning)
Silas looked into his vanity mirror, sucking in his cheeks and then letting them out as Al listened to his breathing. He had changed a lot since he had come to the guild. He looked… healthier, somehow. Was it his hair? It wasn’t falling out at such an alarming rate anymore. His skin? He still looked quite pale, but perhaps less so. He gently slapped his cheeks and turned his face from once side to another.
“Al, do you think I’ve put on weight?” he asked.
She scoffed and put her stethoscope away. “It’s better this way.”
Of course she would know.
It wasn’t every day that Otto let people enter the Music Wing. That was why it caused a bit of a hubbub when Silas was allowed to go inside, and even more of a hubbub when people heard music issuing from behind the door a short while later. Nearby guild members began to crowd around just to listen, and in short order, dozens of people were pressing against the door and squeezing around each other to hear what was going on.
When Nick saw the commotion, he stopped in his tracks, joining the throng around the closed door. It didn’t take long for him to realize why they were there. From the other side of the d
Desta and Silas had a lot of reading to catch up on, and for similar reasons. Many of the books they needed to read were the same, so once Silas had finished one, he would pass it on to Desta, and she would get to it when she finished the last one, her reading skills being not quite on the same level as his. Still, in the few days they’d been together at the guild, they had decimated at least 20 thick annals of history. Granted, most of them were books Silas had skimmed and then set aside because it was historically inaccurate. Those he didn’t pass on to Desta, which was fine by her—it lightened her reading load signific
Desta looked up when she saw someone come up beside her. It was Silas, and he looked miffed. She still hadn’t managed to crack him yet, but the look on his face said she was close. “Oh. It’s just you. Well, what do you want, shorty?” she asked. Miffed became enraged, and in a flash, Desta found herself face to face with him, his hand gripping her shirt collar. She’d been right, at least. Now to see what his anger actually looked like.
“You know what, Desta? That’s it. I’m not going to put up with you thinking you can just walk all over me. I know what you’re trying to do, and l