Room 512, Saturday Afternoon
Sep. 20th, 2014 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doesnotkneelEdward had gathered something was happening in town soon, and normally he'd be the first out to the pub at the least sign of brewing amusement. But today? Today, he planned to take advantage of the anticipated quiet in the dorms for a purpose Most Important and Most Clandestine--
--which is to say he had the chalkboard he'd been given by Rapunzel, and one of her books, and he was doodling what letters he remembered over and over on the board. He'd voice them one by one, then glance up at the book, willing the letters there to come together into sounds that would sound like words.
They did, once or twice, which filled him with a stupid pride. Stupid, because in these modern days it seemed like a ridiculous feat to be proud of, but it was pride none-the-less.
"A cross? What's a bloody cross even mean?"
Most of the while.
[[ door cracked, post open ]]
--which is to say he had the chalkboard he'd been given by Rapunzel, and one of her books, and he was doodling what letters he remembered over and over on the board. He'd voice them one by one, then glance up at the book, willing the letters there to come together into sounds that would sound like words.
They did, once or twice, which filled him with a stupid pride. Stupid, because in these modern days it seemed like a ridiculous feat to be proud of, but it was pride none-the-less.
"A cross? What's a bloody cross even mean?"
Most of the while.
[[ door cracked, post open ]]
