Rated [M] for [m]oronic no just kidding it's more like [T]
WARNING: It is likely that an excess of semi-obscure vernacular and sugariness lies ahead. Many apologies. This ... story? ... is episodic and basically slice.
This is something I finished about a year ago but haven't really shown to anyone except for two or three close friends - not that I didn't want to, but I hadn't thought of a platform at the time. Now that I'm a year older, I'd like some much needed C&C (finally); plus this is an excuse to edit my work (and possibly rewrite/add a chunk or two, so later chunks will take a bit longer).
Comprehension of some details might require a short explanatory background paragraph, which I'll post at the end of it all. THIS IS PRETTY BIG: point out leaps of logic in the actual story and I will definitely edit, it is one of my biggest faults.
Anyway with all the informational stuff out of the way, fun times. Yay! Alright let's get going.
moments in time.
01. Fabulae
Breathe deeply, and open the door
In this storybook, a new chapter begins
In this storybook, a new chapter begins
The first clear memory Raelynn has of her father is when she is five years old, though she now only has a dim recollection of that important event. She remembers opening the doors to the librarium and finding inside someone whom she had never seen before. When she asks him what his name is, she receives only a single word in response: "Kyprien".
Being the young child that she is, she accepts this in a matter-of-fact way, not questioning where he has come from or why a stranger happens to be in her home at all. The man winks at her conspiratorially when she asks, innocently, whether he might read her a book, the former's lips creasing into a half-smile. She stares at him expectantly, wide-eyed, and stays like that for a few seconds before he finally waves a hand, causing a leather-bound tome to rise out from the wall, a cloud of dust following in its wake. Surprised by the suddenness of the gesture, Raelynn inhales a lungful of the dusty air, and sneezes twice in rapid succession; slightly miffed, she sniffs delicately, and looks with some curiosity at both the man and the book.
"… I've never seen that book before."
"Haven't you, now?"
Kyprien's smile widens a little. With another motion of his hands, a silver tea set appears on the table next to them, and he reaches towards the handle of the teapot before hesitating.
"How would you like to take your tea, Raelynn? Er, not that it has to be tea, of course."
His expression is at once pleased and awkward; he has no idea how to handle children – or, if he once knew, he has entirely forgotten. On a whim, he reaches out to pat her head in a friendly (though very careful) manner. He hopes, by now, that she has recalled his identity; he has not been a very good parent in the last few years.
She laughs; the sound is pure and ethereal, filled with a felicity and purity that children alone possess.
"Good afternoon, father."
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