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Bod didn't have another class till tomorrow and while he'd wanted to spend some of that time in town, he hadn't really gotten around to it. Instead, he'd spent a lot of time reading but had gotten tired of that a few hours ago.
The fish tank had been cleaned, the fish fed and now they were happily going about their fish way in the tank on Bod's desk. He'd watched them for awhile, remembered Didi fondly before letting them go on without his pale face staring at them through the glass.
It was still odd, being at loose ends. He'd always had lessons back home or he'd had graves to explore and ghosts to talk to. Now, he was happier but a little more restless. He had time that he didn't know what to do with and that just made his thoughts wander. Wander back to things he didn't want to see, fire and pain and blood, before he forced them away.
He needed to do something that wasn't idle daydreaming. So, he dug out some old, old books that he hadn't looked at in awhile. There had always been a nagging at the back of his mind, something that said the Jacks of All Trades would come back some day and it...scared him. He didn't want more people he loved killed. The books were just mundane history books but Bod was hunched over them at his desk, scrawling in the margins and trying to find similarities in what he was reading and what he knew. It was arduous but necessary.
[Door's open so the post is too! Also, I think this icon is adorable.]
The fish tank had been cleaned, the fish fed and now they were happily going about their fish way in the tank on Bod's desk. He'd watched them for awhile, remembered Didi fondly before letting them go on without his pale face staring at them through the glass.
It was still odd, being at loose ends. He'd always had lessons back home or he'd had graves to explore and ghosts to talk to. Now, he was happier but a little more restless. He had time that he didn't know what to do with and that just made his thoughts wander. Wander back to things he didn't want to see, fire and pain and blood, before he forced them away.
He needed to do something that wasn't idle daydreaming. So, he dug out some old, old books that he hadn't looked at in awhile. There had always been a nagging at the back of his mind, something that said the Jacks of All Trades would come back some day and it...scared him. He didn't want more people he loved killed. The books were just mundane history books but Bod was hunched over them at his desk, scrawling in the margins and trying to find similarities in what he was reading and what he knew. It was arduous but necessary.
[Door's open so the post is too! Also, I think this icon is adorable.]
