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scriveynerTitle: No Respect
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou E
Characters/Pairing: Nick
Rating: T
Length: 313
Summary:
It was weird, this library. Nick walked along the shelves slowly, the fingers of his left hand tracing the spines of the books at his hip. He wasn’t really looking for any book in particular, just taking in the silent, musty atmosphere of the towering shelves.
He had never been a great fan of libraries - born into a world where technology meant instant access to the answers for questions you hadn’t even dreamt yet meant that research, reading through great old musty books seemed a waste of time and resources. If it hadn’t been converted to digital, it had no value.
But a book was timeless. Digital media, digital storage decayed. It had to be coded and re-coded, lest the knowledge locked within be forever lost. Books could fall victim to fire and floodwater but still they remained, timeless. Nick paused, his fingers on the spine of a book that might be centuries old, and inhaled deeply.
How could he have ever thought otherwise?
Then there was also the fact that here, only fifteen years had passed. That there were still librarians employed here who hesitated when they saw Nick go by, anticipating something that never came. It was strangely powerful, in its own way. Nick had never gotten along well with his great-grandfather, not since he was very young, and it was now a regret that he carried. But how was he to know, that every story he had been told was the truth? Even his own parents didn’t believe.
Nick pulled the book off of the shelf. The title was in characters he did not recognize but felt familiar, and as he paged through the book he felt the slightest, strangest sense of connection. A library was a place meant to connect the present to the past.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou E
Characters/Pairing: Nick
Rating: T
Length: 313
Summary:
It was weird, this library. Nick walked along the shelves slowly, the fingers of his left hand tracing the spines of the books at his hip. He wasn’t really looking for any book in particular, just taking in the silent, musty atmosphere of the towering shelves.
He had never been a great fan of libraries - born into a world where technology meant instant access to the answers for questions you hadn’t even dreamt yet meant that research, reading through great old musty books seemed a waste of time and resources. If it hadn’t been converted to digital, it had no value.
But a book was timeless. Digital media, digital storage decayed. It had to be coded and re-coded, lest the knowledge locked within be forever lost. Books could fall victim to fire and floodwater but still they remained, timeless. Nick paused, his fingers on the spine of a book that might be centuries old, and inhaled deeply.
How could he have ever thought otherwise?
Then there was also the fact that here, only fifteen years had passed. That there were still librarians employed here who hesitated when they saw Nick go by, anticipating something that never came. It was strangely powerful, in its own way. Nick had never gotten along well with his great-grandfather, not since he was very young, and it was now a regret that he carried. But how was he to know, that every story he had been told was the truth? Even his own parents didn’t believe.
Nick pulled the book off of the shelf. The title was in characters he did not recognize but felt familiar, and as he paged through the book he felt the slightest, strangest sense of connection. A library was a place meant to connect the present to the past.
