library card /brohm + an
Jan 2, 2022 0:22:05 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Jan 2, 2022 0:22:05 GMT -5
a n s e l m .
"in the deepest ocean
the bottom of the sea
your eyes,
they turn me."
Noise against his back, Anselm leaves the Salvatore's ballroom, a finger tugging at his tie to loosen it. He's smiling, despite everything, smiling because his teeth are numb and when he runs his tongue along them he knows he's drunk.
His ribs are purple, each breath hurts the littlest bit but it hurts less and less with every cup he sips from. There's a desperation there, not thirst, just removal. A need to be a little bit less than he is. It'd be good to slip away, out the front door, into nothingness until morning. But there are people still streaming in, the night is still young and Anselm seeks a hiding place instead.
The library is always safe on nights like these, close enough to the ballroom that he can come back easy even drunk but far enough away that it's not so loud anymore, far enough away that he won't run into someone he doesn't want to see. He's been using it as a getaway for a couple years now to the point that the staff always keeps a fire going and the drink cart stocked.
Anselm pushes one of the large double doors open and slips inside, locking the library doors behind him. There's always the risk that his father might want to use the room for a private discussion, but if that's the case, there are a few other exits.
He shuts his eyes, back against the door, just catching his breath for a moment. Anselm always loses himself in the middle of the ballroom, leaves himself behind every time and one day he'll wake up a stranger to himself.
A shuffling sound.
He opens his eyes, gaze going to first the fireplace and then to the walls of books.
"Who's there?" he asks, voice quiet but still firm.