Ghostpeake discussion

The royal library is beautiful - millions of books on dark wood shelves, with dark red carpet covering the floor. It's been open to the public for the past twenty years, and several chairs and tables sit here and there for reading. It is connected to the rest of the castle, but nobody can go through that door except the royal family.

the air was cold and dry. that was mostly why callym hated this wing of the castle. they didn't keep it circulated. with a sigh, they shifted the books in their arms to the counter, finding his footing before starting to put them away. Every once in a while he would put old books from his personal collection back and get new. It tended to be an interesting selection to say the least.
"I can feel you watching me-" She chirped, putting the last book back. "What do you want?"

“I was making sure you put the book away in the correct place.” Auberon hummed, gazing down at Callym in a somewhat arrogant manner. His arms were crossed, his mother’s ring glinting on his finger. Black hair curled perfectly, curling around his cheeks. However, his eyes looked red. Irritated. Probably from wiping them on his sleeve.

Scoffing, Callym turned to face their older brother, stiffening in reaction to his features. "Are you okay?" He asked in a hushed voice. "Do you want me to help with something?" Sliding over a table, she stood before him eagerly.

“No. I’m doing fine. It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Aubrey avoided her gaze, turning his back to him and walking away to another shelf. He slid a book off of it, just to have something to occupy himself with. His breathing was shaky. He hadn’t expected Callym to be here. He was hoping to be able to come here to get away from that damned room, to be somewhere else than in his bed alone.

Callym took this as an indicator to allow him some breathing room. They picked up their basket and went to the other side of the room, making a selection of various genres and topics and filling the basket, when he finished, he took a seat, opening the book on the other end of the library.

Aubrey wandered aimlessly around the library, swallowing down the lump in his throat and fiddling with the ring. His chest was tight with nerves and he felt like he might collapse. He leaned against a shelf, letting out a quiet sob and wiping his tears on his wrist. Why was he crying? It had been six years. It shouldn’t hurt anymore. He was just a boy. He couldn’t have done anything. But maybe that’s why it was so painful. He had gotten her into that mess, and couldn’t get her back out. And now she was gone.

Callym peered over the bar to the space downstairs, her gaze silent, monotone. "She loved you, you know." They stood, hopping down over the side and landing on the small beanbag like chair at the bottom. He was one for risks anyway. It was only a ten foot drop. "It's okay to cry."

Aubrey had no energy to fight. He simply slid down the bookcase, sitting with his hands dangling over his knees.
“Every day, I think that..” He starts, swallowing tears and his pride. He’d never told anyone about this, not even his own father.
“That she must have died hating me. I was the one who brought her there, I was the one responsible for her death. And even though I didn’t mean to, even as she lay there dying I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t bring myself to move. And then I ran away. I’m a coward, Cal. And Mother would’ve hated to see me so weak.”