Thankfully for his sake, Lia was a very smart woman, but not very bright at times, and so the titles of the books passed her by with very little hitting spark of memory, or, for that matter, recognition. She simply knew that the burning of books, of any sort, was a crime in her mind, and needed to be stopped. She couldn't let him burn knowledge, even if they were fiction, couldn't see another book be set aflame in haste.
[color=#ff4136]"Then bury them."[/color]
It was a simple solution, she realized, as she tried to once again gently work the tinder box from his fingers to set it aside. If he allowed her to take the box, she'd set it aside, to return to the thought. [color=#ff4136] "Bury them, and grieve properly, like a true death. Set them in a box, and in the earth and grieve properly, but never with fire. Fire is too final, too extreme. It robs us of a voice that may have inspired or given life to an idea, a spark that may change us for the better or worse. Written word breathes life into the soul, but it can also invoke such emotions that we don't know how to deal.. so grieve them properly. Like a loved one. because while they were alive for you, they gave you joy, did they not? You smiled and laughed, cried and felt pain with them. So let them have a proper death."[/color]
She offered her arms then, not for the books, but to hug the younger man, because his face spoke the volume of how much hurt was sitting inside his chest, in his heart, his soul at the moment. She may not know much of the world, and the workings of people, but she knew that this had to be one of the messier emotions, love. It had to be love, a lost one, or at least a spurred one at that.[color=#ff4136] "We'll wrap them in cloth and lay them in a box and then we'll head outside the city and bury them together then, yeah? Or even the gardens, the gardens might be safer for us both.., but. Mourn properly, you deserve the chance to mourn properly."[/color]
[color=#ff4136]"Then bury them."[/color]
It was a simple solution, she realized, as she tried to once again gently work the tinder box from his fingers to set it aside. If he allowed her to take the box, she'd set it aside, to return to the thought. [color=#ff4136] "Bury them, and grieve properly, like a true death. Set them in a box, and in the earth and grieve properly, but never with fire. Fire is too final, too extreme. It robs us of a voice that may have inspired or given life to an idea, a spark that may change us for the better or worse. Written word breathes life into the soul, but it can also invoke such emotions that we don't know how to deal.. so grieve them properly. Like a loved one. because while they were alive for you, they gave you joy, did they not? You smiled and laughed, cried and felt pain with them. So let them have a proper death."[/color]
She offered her arms then, not for the books, but to hug the younger man, because his face spoke the volume of how much hurt was sitting inside his chest, in his heart, his soul at the moment. She may not know much of the world, and the workings of people, but she knew that this had to be one of the messier emotions, love. It had to be love, a lost one, or at least a spurred one at that.[color=#ff4136] "We'll wrap them in cloth and lay them in a box and then we'll head outside the city and bury them together then, yeah? Or even the gardens, the gardens might be safer for us both.., but. Mourn properly, you deserve the chance to mourn properly."[/color]
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