Credits: she-writes-with-kisses
I left the comfort of the library, making my way across the house to my destination as the whispers from the other inhabitants made me curious.
the"who's she?" I heard a voice ask as I scurried across the hallway, books piled in my arms.
"her? oh that's (y/n)" I heard Olive say before I disappeared again, realizing I forgot a book.
"whats her peculiarity?" I heard again and I jogged back to the library, darting into their vision again.
"you'd have to ask her yourself" she said before waving to me, causing me to pause, the large books carrying a comforting weight in my hands.
"hi" I whispered to the red head, nodding my head as I glanced at her and the newbie she was with before dashing away.
"hey Enoch" I spoke quietly as I entered his room, placing the books down in the small corner where a small pile of cushions sat piled with a blanket.
"hey (y/n)" he murmured, twisters in his hand and a mix-matched doll in his other.
I took a seat in the pillows, crossing my legs as I picked up the blanket, pulling it over my legs as I picked up one of the books I grabbed from the library.
"what the book this time?" he asked after a moment, his eyes not not straying from his work.
"The Picture Of Dorian Grey" I answered absent mindedly my eyes scanning the first page before we fell back into our normal silence, the old record player spinning in the background, the sound of Mozart drifting in through the air.
everyday was like this.
music playing in the silence as we sat, just enjoying each others presence.
he didn't mind that I didn't like to speak to loud in fear of my peculiarity, and I didn't mind the hearts in jars that came with his peculiarity.
I could talk to Enoch without fearing my voice. he listened closely so I didn't have to speak up.
"did you see the new peculiar?" I whispered after a while, catching his attention as his head snapped towards to me.
"new peculiar?" he questioned and I looked up from my book.
"well I assume he's a new peculiar. Olive was showing him around while I was in the library." I explained.
he just huffed before glancing at the door, probably to make sure Olive didn't bring the newbie to his workspace and room.
"he asked about my peculiarity" I add and his head snapped towards me.
"did she say anything?" he asked, his voice hurried and protective.
"she just said he'd have to ask me himself" I shrugged before turning to my book again.
"not if I can help it" he muttered under his breath and I smiled softly at my friend.
we fell back into silence as the others outside screamed with excitement and joy, like every day.
voices began to drift in through the door, instead of the window and I shrunk into my little pillow haven, to avoid being seen.
"what now" I heard Enoch hiss as he dropped his little clay doll onto the table, the noise distracting him from his work.
"and this is Enoch's space." Olive's voice began to say as footsteps got closer.
"Who's Enoch?" I heard the boy's voice from before.
