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The library. Usually where one would go to spend time to study or read books. Sometimes, study groups met there. For Castiel, it was supposed to be a haven, where he could concentrate easier on things. Unfortunately for him, right now, that was not the case. He was playing back the last bit of the class he'd attended earlier, and he was also trying to think ahead, but dreading the fact that, much to his dismay, there wasn't a book available to him in braille. So, he couldn't read on his own now. Usually he'd ask for an audio version, but this book was a little old and hadn't yet been replaced, and there was no audio made with the book when it came out. So, he'd have to find someone to read him the materials. It was frustrating and embarrassing, to him. He knew full well it was within his rights to ask for assistance, but asking fellow students, well... it felt like a burden. After all, who'd want to read to a blind kid, in a subject they weren't even majoring in? No one in their right mind he thought to himself with a sigh.
The recording ended, but he still kept the one earbud in as he leaned back in his chair, sort of fiddling with the book he was supposed to 'read' on the table, by slowly pushing it back and forth between his forearms, his unseeing light red eyes staring off into nothingness. What was he going to do about it? He didn't know. Shoot, he didn't even know the name of the book or who'd wrote it. He was supposed to read an entire chapter by next class; it wasn't for a couple of days, but still. he had no idea how long the chapters were. It wasn't the thickest book he had, but his other books were a bit more... accommodating. He was actually able to read those, or at least listen. This one? This one was going to be the bane of his existence. With a soft moan, he placed his arm on the desk and flopped his head onto the cushion of his bicep, half of his cheek feeling the cold surface of the book.
Post by AVIAN SINCLAIR on Dec 12, 2014 9:42:40 GMT
Things my heart used to know
IT YEARNS TO REMEMBER
someone sings once upon a december
The library was such a soothing place for her. Even when it was noisy with people. It was that place she could go to just be by herself and read as many books as she liked. She could almost say that it was her absolute favorite place to be. She could pick whatever she wanted to read and just enjoy some piece and quite. She didn't even mind if the other kids watched her while she read.
Right now, she was holding a classic novel, one of her favorites to read. It was called A precious soul. It was a difficult one to explain, but she felt very relative to the woman in the story, who's parents were a king and queen. Avian had read this book so many times she memorized it. But it never got old. It was sad, hilarious, exciting. It made her think.
It was a good story. Well written and beautifully carried out. A story that she will always carry close to her heart. But as she realized she had been sitting there since the morning, with no classes that day, she guessed that it was time to go and do something more useful. So she sighed in satisfaction and closed the book, thinking about what she could go and do that might be something "acceptable" to her father.
She stood up and brought the book back to its shelf to read at a later date. But since she had read it before, she wasn't going to keep it from being read by others. She already knew the book cover to cover by heart.
As she was walking out of the library she stopped when something caught her eye. It was a man she knew only by name. Castiel Tate. Not someone she saw very often, but was familiar with his face. He had always intrigued her in the ways that he interacted with the world. Being the daughter of healing, Avian had a knack for noticing little things like the way one would walk, or talk, or interact. And Castiel definitely was different. She had heard someone tell her that he was blind, and she was inclined to believe them. But that said nothing about the man himself.
Currently he looked in distress. Perhaps frustrated even. On the table he fidgeted with a book. There was also a tape recorder sitting next to him. She studied him for a mere moment and when he laid his head down on the table with a moan of contempt. It almost sounded as if he wanted someone to notice him, but was too nervous to ask for that attention.
A gentle smile slipped onto her face and she walked over to him, not trying to keep herself quiet at all. "Excuse me?" She asked as she came up next to him. Her voice calm and very kind. "I'm freshmen Healer, Avian Sinclair. And you look like your in a little bit of distress. Is there anything I could do for you?" She glanced down at the book he had. "Is this what your reading in class? Looks like a good book."
If one were a psychic, they could probably see to gloominess emanating from Castiel. But, even so, it was not that hard to figure out he was in some sort of distress. However, most of the few other people in the library paid no mind; they had their own things to do, whether it be socializing or working on homework. It was still early enough in the year that he couldn't recognize people by their footsteps or smells, but he was getting to know people by their voices. And, when close enough, he could make out their figure. But, that was the least of his worries and not even a thought at the back of his mind currently. He was too worked up about not being able to read this damn book for his class.
The sound of footsteps approaching caught Castiel's attention, and he perked up a bit. When the person spoke, his eyes locked onto where the sound was coming from. They were focused between her eyes and mouth; he'd been told that looking at a person speaking to you was common courtesy a long time ago. Despite being blind, he wanted to be as courteous as possible. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to bug you or anyone else..." he said, trailing off. At the mention of the book, he slowly slid it into his lap, semi-hugging it. "It's, uh... well. I don't know. I haven't read it yet, and probably won't," he said with a sigh. She'd mentioned being a healer--a freshman, at that. Well, he had some experience on her. He still remembered most of the books from the previous year that dealt with healing. "I'm Castiel... uh, second year Healer," he offered quietly as his own introduction.
Post by AVIAN SINCLAIR on Dec 13, 2014 9:18:19 GMT
Things my heart used to know
IT YEARNS TO REMEMBER
someone sings once upon a december
"Castiel huh?" she asked with a calm, kind tone of voice, doing her best to help the other relax. She wasn't a stressful person and never dreamed stress onto other people. So if she could create a calm atmosphere around herself, perhaps they would feel somewhat safe around her. That was her goal, to learn to calm people down, especially in her line of work.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you Castiel. I didn't mean too." As she said this she couldn't stop herself from gazing into his eyes. They were so deep. While one might say that his eyes were empty, she would say that his light crimson eyes were very deep. Very intriguing. She admitted that she could get lost within them if she watched them long enough, but she didn't give herself the chance as she averted her gaze to the book he was holding onto.
"Why won't you read the book? I've read some of the other books written by that author and he's very good. One of my favorites." She gazed at the book in thought. He said he probably wouldn't read it. Why not... Oh right. She lifted her fingers to her scarf and started tugging on it absentmindedly.
"I have some time right now, if you want I could read the book to you." She said this without thinking before she realized it had already been said. When the incident did hit her, it was already way too late to take back. "Errr... I mean... I'm sorry that was a bit of a strange question for me to ask. I apologize If I've made you uncomfortable." She began to fidget with her bright red scarf even more so out of nervousness.
Castiel was surprised that this Avian didn't know him. He was usually one of the first people to be pointed out to newbies. Or so that had been the tradition the previous year, and in high school. Any kids that hadn't been a member of the school the previous year was generally told about the weird people of the school, whether older or younger. In this case, it was generally younger students that were told about 'the blind boy.' But, then again, perhaps Avian didn't partake in gossip like so many of the younger students were susceptible to. Her voice was calm, soothing. She sounded as though she were genuinely trying to help, despite Castiel's automatic reaction of trying to push her away with words or avoiding contact when things like this happened.
"No, you didn't frighten me. I'm just not used to people actually trying to start a conversation with me. I'm used to them just walking right on past. I heard you coming before you got here; you were about to exit the library, paused, and headed this direction, probably because I was being, ah... a bit overdramatic, maybe," Castiel said, casting his 'gaze' downward.
The question proposed by Avian puzzled Castiel. Was he really selling himself off as being able to see, and she really didn't know he was blind? He hadn't heard the author mentioned; he was only given a stack of books; most were in braille, and a couple had audio CDs that read the book to you. This one, however, was different. He was accustomed to writing in English, so although he could feel indentations and letters slightly popping off of the cover of the book, he had no idea what it said. It was much different than braille.
Before Castiel could think up of a way to respond, she spoke again. His face went more blank than usual at the suggestion. Out of the blue, she'd offered to read to him. Castiel was more shocked than anything, and felt as though he were going to die from embarrassment and attention. "No, it... it's fine. It's just that, well, I prefer to do things myself, so when I'm faced with a problem that I need to ask help to solve, it's just... really hard. I try to be as independent as possible. But my one weakness is my inability to read. No matter how good I get with being able to tell general characteristics of someone, I doubt that I'll ever be able to read letters that are second nature to everyone else," he said. "I mean, I'd be really grateful, and indebted, if you'd read to me, but... it is an awkward situation. I wouldn't know how to repay you for your time," Castiel said, sliding the book back on the table and twiddling his thumbs.
Post by AVIAN SINCLAIR on Dec 15, 2014 9:32:33 GMT
Things my heart used to know
IT YEARNS TO REMEMBER
someone sings once upon a december
He had heard her coming? Really? That was so brilliant! She smiled at the thought. Of course, because of his inability to see, his other senses would have to be heightened for him to be able to live more or less normally within the world. Of course his life could never be normal. She wondered if he had been born blind. Most likely. But she couldn't make assumptions.
"That must be hard Castiel. I understand what you mean, about wanting to do everything yourself. But... ah... It must be much harder to do so without being able to see. I've seen you before. Just never got the chance to talk to you as its usually in passing period or something. You usually hang out with those boys huh... Um... White, Cozma, Deangelo, and Lefevre right?"
She paused and looked down at the book again. Something about this was really bothering her. She really wanted to read to him. That was something she loved to do. But she had never read to someone because of homework and usually it was to younger children.
"But... I don't really need anything to read to you. I love reading out loud. Its one of my favorite pass times. I even do it to myself sometimes. If you need help reading that book I would be delighted to do so."
It was unusual for Castiel to get sympathy. At least, openly expressed sympathy. He was thankful for it, but it still made him feel a little awkward. "Certain things are a little more difficult, sure. But everyone has their strengths and weaknesses," he said cheerfully. He nodded at her question. "Yeah. We're all in a band together, and we've known each other for some time," he said. "There are a lot of different people to keep track of, so I can't say I remember passing you in the hallway, sorry," he said apologetically. It was true, though; the shuffling of feet and so many footsteps, unless he knew exactly what one sounded like, it was nearly impossible for him to tell one person from another in pass periods.
Avian's reasoning for reading to him surprised him. "Well, I mean... I guess, yeah, sure. There isn't an audio recording of it, and no braille either, so... yeah, it's be much appreciated," he said awkwardly. He still felt like he owed her, though; he'd have to find some way to make it up.
