There was nothing at all poetic about it. Lucious watched the flapping pages fly past his hiding place in the ship's hull, trying to see butterflies or falling leaves, but they were just books.
"Jesus," he muttered, pressing his face to the opening that let air into the secret passageway. That had escalated quickly. Another murmur of voices from above; a new batch thrown overboard. Books, not people. Small mercies.
All he had in here were his thoughts, and they kept coming back to the last poem Blackbeard had made him write down. Just four stanzas.
And all this catastrophy.
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:( I think I'm not properly
Smrtijedka
:( I think I'm not properly prepared to face this trauma in writing yet :D. Brilliantly written, very Lucius.
Thank you! All I could think
Kahvi
Thank you! All I could think about was - if Lucious saw the books being thrown away, he'd just so totally get it, you know? He'd understand why it was happening, and how fucked Ed really was. Yes, more than the fact that he threw him overboard! :D
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ChaosPrince
Ouch my poor heart :(
For Lucius AND for the books!
Ano now I am emotional over
Birute
Ano now I am emotional over the season's ending again. Oh no, poor Lucius, the unfortunate witness.
The books!!! *librarian
Keneu
The books!!! *librarian screaming* But yeah, poor Lucius and poor everyone.