Welcome to the Library

[werepuppyblack]

Who: Open Post
What: Opening Post
Where: All over the library and its grounds
Warnings: [to be edited if necessary]



Today the Great Library opens its doors to all Patrons, who have come from many of the stories and books all available on the shelves.

For this first visit, Patrons will be restricted to the Library and its grounds.

Fortunate, then, that these are impressive indeed - large gardens set up for all sorts of activities, woods surrounding the area and in the Library itself? Cafes, internet access, and the best weapons in the universe: books.

Do enjoy your first visit to the Library, Patron, and always remember the rules.

The Rules of the Library
1. Patrons cannot read further ahead in their own stories than the time they have arrived from. Any attempt to do so will result in being met with blank pages.This lack of information will also occur if trying to find out spoilers online.

2. Patrons cannot tell other Patrons how their story ends. Any attempt to do so will find the Patron unable to find the words to explain it.

3. All books must be shelved correctly.

4. Do Not Harm the Books

5. Do not interfere with the nature of Narrative Causality

Comments

[importuned]

[The tears are easily enough explained. All of Elsinore has been in such a dreadful turmoil of happiness and grief, and those newly returned were no exception.

Surely Horatio could use a moment's peace like the rest of them. Surely he needed the same opportunity to let himself grieve without fear of burdening the prince of the Danes.]

Would you would be as kind to yourself.

[Hopefully he'll begin by allowing her to brush the tears from his cheeks.]

[lovetohim]

I find that difficult to do, lady, with-- the things I've seen of late.

[Hm. That he at least seems capable of speaking of; generalities only. It's something to continue to test, perhaps.

Or maybe, for now, it's just time to let himself rest his cheek in the press of her fingers.]

[importuned]

[At least he's being soft and pliant with her. He isn't pulling away. He isn't driving verbal daggers into her. He isn't retreating fully into himself.

He isn't Hamlet. And it's awful, but for a moment, that's painfully comforting.

Ophelia's thumb smooths protectively against Horatio's cheek, tongue clicking lightly as she shakes her head.] Then will you be kind to me, my lord?

[lovetohim]

[Of course that earns a fond, gentle smile. He doesn’t know how to be anything but, with her.]

Of course, my lady.

[importuned]

Then be gentle, Horatio, with one of my dearest friends.

[Her fingers stiffen for just a beat to hold him in place. She needs to press up onto her tiptoes to press a light kiss against his nose, and there's no small chance she'll stumble if he pulls away too quickly.]

Be not so hard.

[lovetohim]

[She's so kind. So soft, still, when last he'd seen her hardened and wild-eyed from the world. It briefly earns some tears welling up in his eyes, though he tries to force them away.]

I shall-- do my best, for you.

[importuned]

[Of course his eyes are still soft and sorrowful. Of course his head is still heavy with the tears prickling his eyes.

Of course it's easy to tug with a gentle insistence to bring his head down to her shoulder. None of them were held often enough for the hurts they had all lived.]

[lovetohim]

[It's a small comfort, but a helpful. He has to take some time to stay settled against her shoulder. To draw in a few deep breaths.]

--Thank you, my lady.

[importuned]

Of course, Horatio.

[This, surely, ought to be as natural as breathing.]