[ elena doesn't pull away from him when he grabs her, eyes narrowed tightly as she waves her hand in front of her face and tries to stifle her coughing. the dust in the air begins to make her skin itch, but she keeps trying to bat it away so that she can feel like it's clear to breathe.
she doesn't know what she had expected, other than a mess. it's natural instinct for her to glance over her shoulder as if a librarian is bound to come running down the aisles to scold them, but she's sorely disappointed.
without thinking, she grabs his arm and takes a step closer to the bookshelf. ]
What is that?
[ this is such a cliche—and makes her feel excited by the fact it seems like she's living in the goonies with its secret passageways. ]
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she doesn't know what she had expected, other than a mess. it's natural instinct for her to glance over her shoulder as if a librarian is bound to come running down the aisles to scold them, but she's sorely disappointed.
without thinking, she grabs his arm and takes a step closer to the bookshelf. ]
What is that?
[ this is such a cliche—and makes her feel excited by the fact it seems like she's living in the goonies with its secret passageways. ]