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The bookstore wasn't very busy at that time of the day, thankfully. There was an elderly man with a cane by the door checking the recipes section, a couple of high school students in the English literature section, a mother trying to check the novels while her very loud and energetic kid ran around the place and a tall guy by one corner. Aslan relaxed some at the fact he wouldn't have to be in a cramped store with strangers as he made his way in, untangling his headphones from his wavy strands (he'd really been meaning to get his hair cut, if only just a bit). As far as bookstores went, this one didn't really have the worst layout and that's why he'd chosen it. He didn't really expect to spend much time in here - only long enough to get Sarah's school book from the French language section, pay, and leave. He wasn't usually that adverse to the place but one seemingly endless shift at the convenience store with very demanding customers had gotten him in a mood.
He made his way to the intended section, the now muffled beats of his music still making it to his ears from the headphones resting around his neck. He struggled to wrestle the wire from his hair, while his other hand hit the sound button to kill the remnants of the music completely, lest he disturb anyone inside. He'd had enough of condescending people for one day. He promptly ignored the loud kid still running around the center bookshelf with the children's section and turned his attention to the labels with foreign names in the French section.
Something on the corner of his eye caught his attention, though, and he glanced at the man on the opposite side of the store. He was by far the most interesting person he'd seen all day, whether because most people seemed impossibly ordinary and boring or because he certainly had a different…air about him. He was certainly good looking - he seemed young, but something about his semblance spoke of a sort of maturity that belied his age and, overall, he seemed sort of...mesmerizing.
Aslan swallowed dryly, returning his attention to his search and ignoring the way his heart had started a sort of staccato in his chest. It wasn't the first time he'd considered a complete stranger good looking and it certainly wouldn't be the last. It had just been too long since he'd last get any sort of attention and perhaps he was starting to feel a bit lonely. Even if he'd been the sort of guy to go around talking to strangers trying to get their contact details, the other man seemed miles away from his comfortable hoodie, faded jeans and worn jacket. If Steve was here he'd either be telling him to stop daydreaming or making him trip in direction of the stranger - you could never tell which direction Steve would throw you. He smiled idly as he imagined that event playing in his mind, hand scanning the labels in search of the correct letter for the author's last name's initials.
His hand had just closed on the small spine of a book by one Saint-Exupéry when a sudden, impossible bang echoed nearby, the whole store rumbling as if the earth itself had decided to open a chasm in that very place. At least it was what it felt like, when his body was thrown harshly away, as if he was a worn, useless ragdoll being tossed into a trash can, his hands extended to try to get a grip anywhere.
As it usually happened when caught by surprise, his telekinetic abilities activated automatically (it was more out of instinct than conscious control). While that didn't stop his fall and painful collision with the side of a bookshelf and carpeted floor, that made all air leave his lungs with a painful gasp, at least the massive bookshelf that had threatened to topple on top of him stopped in midair, the heavy books frozen amidst the now half-darkened store. The only source of light was coming from a flickering lamp, struggling to remain functioning when all its siblings had perished to the force of the explosion, and the eerie red emergency light that activated in case of a power failure.
The air was permeated with smoke and ashes, stiff with danger and the loud echo of a persistent alarm could be heard from the store next door, along with muffled screams and an assembly of confusing, loud sounds. He could only stare, eyes wide and now of a molten gold color, at the large hole that had opened in one of the walls. He could glimpse at least two menacing figures from amidst the smoke and fire, one carrying the unmistakable shape of a gun - although with this kind of power, one would wonder why the hell they would even need it. It seemed some sort of heist on the jewelry store next door had gone very wrong, very fast.
He made his way to the intended section, the now muffled beats of his music still making it to his ears from the headphones resting around his neck. He struggled to wrestle the wire from his hair, while his other hand hit the sound button to kill the remnants of the music completely, lest he disturb anyone inside. He'd had enough of condescending people for one day. He promptly ignored the loud kid still running around the center bookshelf with the children's section and turned his attention to the labels with foreign names in the French section.
Something on the corner of his eye caught his attention, though, and he glanced at the man on the opposite side of the store. He was by far the most interesting person he'd seen all day, whether because most people seemed impossibly ordinary and boring or because he certainly had a different…air about him. He was certainly good looking - he seemed young, but something about his semblance spoke of a sort of maturity that belied his age and, overall, he seemed sort of...mesmerizing.
Aslan swallowed dryly, returning his attention to his search and ignoring the way his heart had started a sort of staccato in his chest. It wasn't the first time he'd considered a complete stranger good looking and it certainly wouldn't be the last. It had just been too long since he'd last get any sort of attention and perhaps he was starting to feel a bit lonely. Even if he'd been the sort of guy to go around talking to strangers trying to get their contact details, the other man seemed miles away from his comfortable hoodie, faded jeans and worn jacket. If Steve was here he'd either be telling him to stop daydreaming or making him trip in direction of the stranger - you could never tell which direction Steve would throw you. He smiled idly as he imagined that event playing in his mind, hand scanning the labels in search of the correct letter for the author's last name's initials.
His hand had just closed on the small spine of a book by one Saint-Exupéry when a sudden, impossible bang echoed nearby, the whole store rumbling as if the earth itself had decided to open a chasm in that very place. At least it was what it felt like, when his body was thrown harshly away, as if he was a worn, useless ragdoll being tossed into a trash can, his hands extended to try to get a grip anywhere.
As it usually happened when caught by surprise, his telekinetic abilities activated automatically (it was more out of instinct than conscious control). While that didn't stop his fall and painful collision with the side of a bookshelf and carpeted floor, that made all air leave his lungs with a painful gasp, at least the massive bookshelf that had threatened to topple on top of him stopped in midair, the heavy books frozen amidst the now half-darkened store. The only source of light was coming from a flickering lamp, struggling to remain functioning when all its siblings had perished to the force of the explosion, and the eerie red emergency light that activated in case of a power failure.
The air was permeated with smoke and ashes, stiff with danger and the loud echo of a persistent alarm could be heard from the store next door, along with muffled screams and an assembly of confusing, loud sounds. He could only stare, eyes wide and now of a molten gold color, at the large hole that had opened in one of the walls. He could glimpse at least two menacing figures from amidst the smoke and fire, one carrying the unmistakable shape of a gun - although with this kind of power, one would wonder why the hell they would even need it. It seemed some sort of heist on the jewelry store next door had gone very wrong, very fast.