The birds flew freely, dancing in the wind with their wings spread wide. Like clouds, the pristine color of its body flirted in and out, winding through the city as nothing. I want to chase after these birds, to ask how they fly with so much liberty, like it's nothing more. To take those dreaded feathers for myself, if only for a moment of freedom. To see the world as my own, to feel the wind swim through my fingers.
"Valéry?" Tori brings my attention back, her bottom lip jutting out as she leans forward. The script in her hands slides open. "Distracted much?" The nun jokes, smiling when I frown.
Shaking my head, I turn away from the window to focus on cataloging the books. This one is about the founding story of Crovan, or rather one of the many variations of it. I skim through it, remembering the excitement he felt when he first read this. Valéry must have thought, "what an amazing place to live!" or a similarly naive thing.
I shut the book and place it with the rest of the copies. No matter, I remind myself. I'm Valéry now, the beloved saint of Crovan. As long as I believe it, who will say I'm wrong?
..Of course I'm wrong! This is a shitshow! Everyday I have to wear stuffy clothing and cater to people's every whim. Cure a curse, help a fellow, this or that. I'll pull my hair out if I have to continue this any longer!!! Playing pretend is harder than I thought, especially
when your character is such an angel! He's perfect. Nice, honest, diligent, reliable, smart, calm.. The list could go on if I knew any more positive traits. I must smile at everyone, and pretend like everything is fine. Pretend like I don't hear the words they spit at him.
I remind myself one last time not to mind, no matter, not to worry. Once I have finished my daily mental complaining, I finally finish today's batch of books. Almost free, I sigh. Valéry has too much work. How did he do all this by himself?? I even had to ask (force) Tori to help. I want to cry, and whine, and maybe bang my head against a wall. Those thoughts are a common occurrence, so I don't pay it to mind.
"We should eat lunch together!" Tori suggests just as I'm about to run to the dorms. It's hard to keep my hatred from showing. "..or not." She mumbles, which means I failed. No matter! "Maybe another time." I plead, smiling very apologetically and maybe I make my voice sweeter so she will continue to help me. heh.
Tori was seemingly Valéry's only friend, but even that relationship was forced as Tori worked underneeth him. She had a lot of personality for a nun, less someone who worked in this bird cage. She was the type of person I dislike. She was quick to accuse people of things, and saw others as less than. Similar to a modern day christian teen; who puts scribters in their bio, but go and call people slurs. Er… Maybe that's a bit cruel. Tori seems more like the type to pretend to be your friend, but is actually planning to sleep with your ex-boyfriend.
Free from that woman's evil clutches of lunch dates, I make my way towards the dorms.