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PouchIt had been three days since the eventful night with Amara. Lumikki had not yet extended her investigation to ground work, instead choosing to read through the journal first and try to decipher the maddening notes.
At first the entries were quite mundane, almost too tedious to read but Lumikki pressed on, nibbling on shadows as she did. There may well still be gems within those early notes, and it was only after crossing into the scribbles that Lumikki was beginning to understand and identify those very gems. As if they foreshadowed the coming craze that soon took hold of the pen and smeared illegible nonsense amid the once pristine pages. The penmanship that was neat and rounded, was only jagged, sharp, messy, and smudged now. Like Milo no long cared to be clear and concise in case he wanted to read back on his notes for later, but simply to pour the visceral mess that was bubbling within him. Throwing it onto the pages with reckless abandon and no plans for later.
Lumikki’s face found itself scrunching many times over, like the look of it all brought a discomfort she could not describe. If she didn’t know better, she would have assumed it was Demons who tormented this man with the amount of passion and symbols he tossed on a page. And so the Demoness did her best to write notes of what she’s read, trying to make any sense of it. At least just enough to show it to one of the Rune Knights later that day.
At first the entries were quite mundane, almost too tedious to read but Lumikki pressed on, nibbling on shadows as she did. There may well still be gems within those early notes, and it was only after crossing into the scribbles that Lumikki was beginning to understand and identify those very gems. As if they foreshadowed the coming craze that soon took hold of the pen and smeared illegible nonsense amid the once pristine pages. The penmanship that was neat and rounded, was only jagged, sharp, messy, and smudged now. Like Milo no long cared to be clear and concise in case he wanted to read back on his notes for later, but simply to pour the visceral mess that was bubbling within him. Throwing it onto the pages with reckless abandon and no plans for later.
Lumikki’s face found itself scrunching many times over, like the look of it all brought a discomfort she could not describe. If she didn’t know better, she would have assumed it was Demons who tormented this man with the amount of passion and symbols he tossed on a page. And so the Demoness did her best to write notes of what she’s read, trying to make any sense of it. At least just enough to show it to one of the Rune Knights later that day.
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