kageillusionz asked: The forbidden love between pen and paper.
( :| Kage, I swear to God.)
The bell above the door rings, but Charles pays it little mind. He’s been in this cozy little bookshop for years, sold from the original retailer at half-price, more of a donation than anything. The fellow notebooks beside him perk up, sitting a little straighter and smoothing out their edges. The new customer looks like they write, they whisper. Maybe they’ll pick one of us.
Silly things always get like this, Charles thinks, with not a little disdain. He can’t fault them, however. It’s every notebook’s dream to be tattooed with beautiful, beautiful ink. Fortunately, Charles has long relieved himself of that impossible dream. He’s a realist. What on earth would anyone want with a notebook with black pages? He’s practically useless to anybody as is.