06-28-2020, 03:56 AM
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— although the banner family had once possessed more affluence than many could afford, richard rarely knew what it felt to indulge in such riches. his parents were often stingy with the money, either too paranoid to spend the money or simply too paranoid that some day the flow of cash would all vanish and they needed to be prepared. that often meant that richard didn’t get to know what it felt like to have everything handed to him. granted, he had an easy life, at least able to have the basic necessities growing up; however, his parents were often too frugal to try and give him anything more, anything less. still, of all the few times, he had fond memories of getting the occasional gift from them. usually, that gift came in the form of a new - but somewhat worn - book.
they were short stories that were simple enough for a young boy to comprehend and be able to finish with relative ease. after both of his parents had died, though, there wasn’t anyone to gift him those books and short stories. it was a pastime he had almost completely forgotten about, at least until the library’s opening. he still wasn’t certain if he wanted to dabble, take time to read a good book. that didn’t stop him from looking, at least. sitting at a table, absently thumbing through a book - scanning through pages to see if it was worthwhile - he eventually noticed the blonde, wandering down the aisles absently. she had been wandering for a while, not quite seeming to find the perfect book quite yet. and, though rich definitely wouldn’t be much of a help, he still found himself standing up and wandering over.
he never really got to know her, either; she seemed to spend most of her time at the village than the lodge. leaning carefully against an aisle, he watched her for a moment before asking, “it’s almost easier to find a book when there’s fewer options, yeah?”
— although the banner family had once possessed more affluence than many could afford, richard rarely knew what it felt to indulge in such riches. his parents were often stingy with the money, either too paranoid to spend the money or simply too paranoid that some day the flow of cash would all vanish and they needed to be prepared. that often meant that richard didn’t get to know what it felt like to have everything handed to him. granted, he had an easy life, at least able to have the basic necessities growing up; however, his parents were often too frugal to try and give him anything more, anything less. still, of all the few times, he had fond memories of getting the occasional gift from them. usually, that gift came in the form of a new - but somewhat worn - book.
they were short stories that were simple enough for a young boy to comprehend and be able to finish with relative ease. after both of his parents had died, though, there wasn’t anyone to gift him those books and short stories. it was a pastime he had almost completely forgotten about, at least until the library’s opening. he still wasn’t certain if he wanted to dabble, take time to read a good book. that didn’t stop him from looking, at least. sitting at a table, absently thumbing through a book - scanning through pages to see if it was worthwhile - he eventually noticed the blonde, wandering down the aisles absently. she had been wandering for a while, not quite seeming to find the perfect book quite yet. and, though rich definitely wouldn’t be much of a help, he still found himself standing up and wandering over.
he never really got to know her, either; she seemed to spend most of her time at the village than the lodge. leaning carefully against an aisle, he watched her for a moment before asking, “it’s almost easier to find a book when there’s fewer options, yeah?”