yellow

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there was a thing about the way an old book smelled, an overwhelming damp, and a value of emotions, tangling within each word.

oh, how so dainty.

it even had a pitch to the frailness of each page, as if they were crumbling between trembling fingers. the hard book covers felt tingly across nonexistent length, embedded in those nimble things. scratching down layers and layers of time which passed by over a semblance of years. they held stories upon stories, lives being dwindled in, fiction or non-fiction. sometimes it was the most simplest of things, and sometimes it was of the most strategic way of confusing a busy body.

they've invested time, months, and years to each sentence licked upon endless pages.

tyler found it an inspiration, as did his grandfather once had.

so, here he was, settled in the most mustard of turtlenecks, engulfing his small frame as a cup of coffee stood by his endless turning. his spectacles were slipping slowly down the bridge of his nose, and his fluttering eyelashes sharp against the pages that told him about a life of a lonely knight, who desperately wanted to save his princess. leaning upon his elbows so intently, hunched over in the most uncomfortable position, and trembling fingertips, he could barely notice another figure walking up to the counter.

a little girl, blonde pigtails glistening upon the orange hues of the sunlight, a huge smile that dwelled upon rosy cheeks, much like the dainty boy across from her. she cleared her throat, and the boy's eyes flew open, wide and wary.

"oh dear!" he squeaked, a small bow upon his shoulders. "good morning, your highness."

her smile never dissolved, fairytale upon her creative mind, it only brightened as she pushed the books upon the counter towards tyler, and giggled when his cheeks flared up.

"good morning, ty-ty."

"snow white again?" his dainty fingers fell upon the books, writing quickly writing down the title and the number placed on the side of it. cursive licked upon sheeted paper that have seen many years pass by, and money was set upon the side as he gave the book back.

"she's beautiful, i wan' a princess like her in my life." there was a hint of cherry in her cheeks, and the fawnlette boy giggled once more.

"she'll come, juniper, and you'll have happily ever after."

there was happiness dizzying in her iris, tiny hands finding the rough covered book, and holding it dearly to her chest.

"have a wonderful day, ty-ty."

"you too, hon'."

souls of yellow, smiling against double-purity, and the world colliding in peace. juniper skipped out of the old book store, and tyler couldn't help but to silently sigh in restfulness.

though, as the boy sat back on the delicate, wooden stool, a creak as his clothing fell upon a mystery, he could hear the jingle of the door re-open. tyler felt the breeze of the cold morning upon his trembling form, spectacles slowly slipping down the slope of his nose, and nimble fingertips finding the fabric his mustard turtleneck, adjusting it higher up his neck.