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Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Blade - 11-21-2014
Elijah felt long before he saw; despite 'looking' for Jean, he knew exactly where he was. But then, some habits were good to have in the presence of others not quite like oneself. It appeared the other had left after purchasing his book, feeling quite contented at that. In turn, Jean was faintly contented as well; odd, that. But, better than nothing, he supposed. If only every person that swept into his master's life would leave him happy and go about their way amicably. If only.
He felt more than watched the exchange between Rylan and Jean. His arms crossed over his chest for lack of anything else to do with them; certainly not because he was disapproving of the utter sense of half there and half not feelings he garnered from Jean. Wanting and not. No, certainly not.
He didn't mind that Rylan was wary of him; if he noticed at all he wasn't bothered by it. Perhaps he'd gone so long receiving this sort of behavior from others that he just assumed it was the way of things. Perhaps; perhaps not. Jean, as always, was an infallible exception.
When the man in question came up to him and took hold of his chin his brows rose just enough to notice. Magenta electric hues flashed brightly for a brief second; the markings hidden by the cloths he wore did as well. His mouth only parted just so before the kiss was pressed. In the same skip of a moment his eyes softened and he sighed--half in worry and half in acceptance. The arms crossed over his chest only loosened barely.
"Ms. De Marucillano will be awaiting a cup as well; though, not for another forty-five minutes--as I have promised her." Eyes that were still soft from Jean's affections settled on Rylan as he addressed her next, "You should instruct him to show you the garden while you enjoy your coffee, madam. I imagine you may have grown bored looking through all manner of books. A change of scenery might invigorate you." It was both directed at Jean and Rylan, though it would appear that he was only speaking to the feline. Jean would catch his meaning: he most certainly did not have the desire to walk in on his master and the kitten in coitus if it took too long, or, if it happened at all.
If one were to accuse Elijah of insulting the cat for having been around too long he would deny it utterly because--perhaps--he wasn't even aware he'd done so.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Hobo_Bob - 11-21-2014
By the time her nightgown had made it's way to the floor and her bare feet carried her tired, half limp body into the shower, she was already half contemplating going back to bed. Warm body or not. Rhys was feeling very strange today, pouty and needy, yet not wanting to admit that she felt a little out of place in this new world she fell upon. Still, soap in her hair and the loofah swiped across her skin so the scent of citrus and basil - a soap and body wash she had picked out on her own - filled the air of the bathroom. She did not take her time, choosing to do what was needed and then leave in order to embrace her true love. The one thing in this world that forever would have a place in her heart.
Coffee.
A bit of cream.
One sugar cube.
Oh how she could almost taste it on her tongue. Still, her body needed to be dried off and dressed before she could take the liquid love. Hands moving a little more quickly now, Rhys slumped out of the bathroom - a towel her only cover and pulled out the box under the bed that held her clothes. She was not yet allowed to use the spare room, thought Jean had often offered it to her. So long as she did not change anything. However, she was soon to be found out that it was not possible.
Her first action in the room was to change the bedding. Hence why now, she shares Jeans bed or disappears into her book for a night. Only once so far, but it has happened.
Delicate hands carefully looked at the items in the box and set aside clothes. Only, her body had it in mind to lay back on the bed and try to message her favorite human boy so far. Ryan Clark. She had not the time to respond to his last message. A simple 'good morning' sent three hours ago. She would do that now.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - megs - 11-22-2014
Rylan's eyes finally fell upon him as he spoke, but by the time they settled he had turned away. She released her hold on the book, and it was then she realized just how desperately she had been clinging to it. She thought about putting it back. She wanted it, yes, but in the back of her mind she feared that actually purchasing something would dissolve her need to return to the store. Her ears remained a flat plane on either side of her head, tail curled tight against the line of her spine. She didn't know if her company on it's own, was enough to warrant a return to the shop in the future if she left with a book today.
She followed behind Jean with silent steps, everything she did was quiet and unobtrusive, as if she constantly worried that she would annoy someone. She watched the exchange between the two men from behind the one she hid behind. Slightly, she felt like she was intruding on a moment she should not be privy too. When magenta hues fell on her, she seemed stop breathing, let alone moving. Her ears pulled back far enough for the tufted tips to touch. When the scolding she'd expected, for no reason, did not come, one of the appendages pulled forward making them a bit lopsided in curiosity. She was not sure she liked being called 'madam.' It reminded her entirely too much of being home: high-court politics and playing pretend at something she could never be. She would not speak up on this, likely ever.
She also would not be instructing anyone to do anything. She assumed if Jean found any desire to partake in Elijah's suggestion he would do so himself. When she spoke again, the staccato mumbling was present once more. "Th-that... sounds lovely. Thank you."
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Tindome - 11-24-2014
"I am pleased to know you are getting along," he said to Elijah of Rhys, in part because he knew this was absolutely not the case. It amused him to tease him about it, in the same way that it had amused him to leave them in bed together. It wasn't very fair to Elijah, but his sense of humor rarely was. Sometimes he thought it was a marvel that he ever bothered to come back to him, when Jean enjoyed needling him so.
The things Elijah did not say were noted, and he wondered if he ought to work on getting some kind of furniture for the garden. Perhaps a gazebo. Gazebos were nice. Might not be big enough for that, though. Maybe it was for the best. She might not be so tempting in the bright light of the garden, without anything to have her in but the grass.
"Is he not wonderfully helpful?" he said as he lead Rylan toward the kitchen, as if he were not perfectly aware that Elijah had been stating a preference not to walk in on them mid-coitus. He doubted the cat had read the subtext, in part because she did not know them well enough, and in part because she was still in utter denial regarding her own charms.
"It is not the most impressive garden," he warned, as he retrieved her a mug. "Only roses, and only red. I have never had the patience for annuals, nor the interest for hybrids." And it was a very sad garden indeed, neglected a decade or more, until the little witch had taken it upon herself to perform maintenance. Elijah would have been horrified if he had seen it before, so he really should have been grateful. He slid the mug of coffee gently across the counter, nearer to the scones, the cubes of sugar and the little pitcher of cream.
"Whenever you are ready, ma belle chatte, I will be happy to show you." The look on his face, insofar as it could ever be, was the picture of innocence. If innocence was beyond him, he may have just looked oblivious, as utterly placid as once might expect someone to be if they had not the slightest idea of what they had just said.
The things Elijah did not say were noted, and he wondered if he ought to work on getting some kind of furniture for the garden. Perhaps a gazebo. Gazebos were nice. Might not be big enough for that, though. Maybe it was for the best. She might not be so tempting in the bright light of the garden, without anything to have her in but the grass.
"Is he not wonderfully helpful?" he said as he lead Rylan toward the kitchen, as if he were not perfectly aware that Elijah had been stating a preference not to walk in on them mid-coitus. He doubted the cat had read the subtext, in part because she did not know them well enough, and in part because she was still in utter denial regarding her own charms.
"It is not the most impressive garden," he warned, as he retrieved her a mug. "Only roses, and only red. I have never had the patience for annuals, nor the interest for hybrids." And it was a very sad garden indeed, neglected a decade or more, until the little witch had taken it upon herself to perform maintenance. Elijah would have been horrified if he had seen it before, so he really should have been grateful. He slid the mug of coffee gently across the counter, nearer to the scones, the cubes of sugar and the little pitcher of cream.
"Whenever you are ready, ma belle chatte, I will be happy to show you." The look on his face, insofar as it could ever be, was the picture of innocence. If innocence was beyond him, he may have just looked oblivious, as utterly placid as once might expect someone to be if they had not the slightest idea of what they had just said.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Angel Kimmi - 11-24-2014
A young man walked down the footpath and past a number of houses. His slender shoulders were hunched and his jacket was buttoned up snugly, the collar turned up in an attempt to keep the rain from soaking him. It wasn't that it was pouring but the never ending drizzle was becoming a bother - he should have brought an umbrella. Damp pale blonde strands sat slicked back almost from running his hand through it. The layered strands were shorter on the right side reaching his shoulder blade and the other side was shorter reaching only to his collar and displaying his earrings. Unfortunately water dripped from the strands down the collar of his shirt. Still he continued onward, a black folder was tucked under his left arm.
Zakiel had been disappointed thus far, the local bookstores didn't seem to keep any interesting volumes. Only seemingly interested in the new modern books and their quick turn over. It was all well and good for the average reader, but not a student that was studying history, with a particular interest in mythology and legends. He had heard something about an interesting second hand bookstore nearby and he'd been looking for it - unsuccessfully thus far.
That is until he saw a sign stating the name he'd been looking for, he moved up the path and the stairs before pushing open the door. Reaching up he ruffled the damp blonde strands before undoing some of the buttons on his jacket. He probably didn't look very professional, but there wasn't anything he could do about that. Aquamarine eyes shifting around the inside of the store, widening in surprise and mild horror at seeing the store's filing system or rather lack of. Books everywhere...
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Blade - 11-25-2014
The emotions he sensed from the kitten not long after his response were interesting, to say the least. Such a timid thing she presented herself to be; furthermore, without an ounce of dishonesty. Her exterior was a genuine reflection f her interior. If Elijah did not think so highly of Jean, selfishly to the point of finding little to no fault with his character, he might have been worried for her. But, as it stood, he was only mildly annoyed she kept showing up and rattling the fox's emotions.
Still, manners dictated nothing of the sort be revealed. An so he simply nodded in her direction, eyes shutting briefly.
His brows rose again at Jean's comment regarding himself and Rhys 'getting along'. If they got along it was on no small effort for his part. It could not be helped that she glided around with no regard to his personal space. Jean did not mind; naturally he wouldn't. But the apparition was another matter entirely for reasons that were his own.
"I make the best of what I am given, after all," he told him before he left with the cat. His master's comments went on, trailing after in the pairs' wake. He barely resisted rolling his eyes, knowing the remark of 'being helpful' had entirely different implications that dated back ages. If being helpful meant dumping screaming men and women bent on destroying their home out onto the doorstep, then yes, he was. And, if Elijah had a hint that Jean didn't appreciate every ounce of it he might be wounded; though, it was doubtful.
He brushed a hand through his half tamed opalescent white curls and turned finally, heading into the kitchen. He could sense well enough what happened in the main part of the store as he made Rhys' coffee and ignored the duo speaking to one another. So, when someone did enter, he hastened to exit. A few footsteps later had him setting the coffee on Jean's desk and turning to the new arrival.
Those electric pinkish eyes settled on damp blond strands blueish green orbs; they traveled further and noted the slim creature was abused from the rain outside, dripping and obviously feeling put out. But, then came the surprise at the chaos around him--the stacks of books place haphazardly in some chaotic disarray that suited Elijah's master.
"Welcome to Tsundoku," he began, voice direct and professional. "Would you like something to wipe off with before I assist you?" It would require him going back to the kitchen, but with only one patron about he was certain he could handle it if the boy decided to run off with merchandise. It wouldn't be the first time in Elijah's life, after all.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Hobo_Bob - 11-25-2014
The greeting was perhaps a bit too long for him to be able to reply. Poor, sweet Ryan Clark. He worked in a company of some sort, pushing around papers. It did not seem to be very entertaining or productive, but not all could have wonderful jobs like working for Jean. In a book store.
That was a very enigmatic thought.
Being a book herself, why did it always feel the most pleasing to be surrounded by the voices of her 'people'? They were not her brothers, so why did she feel such warmth being here? That was something to think on when she did not have to dress for the day.
Pulling on a short gray wash jean skirt with a navy and white stripped shirt, a boy-friend cardigan. She paired off her outfit with a red chiffon scarf. There was a captains hat, but that was perhaps a joke. Maybe for a different reason, than to just wear it. But, it was part of the outfit Jean had bought so, on it went atop her hair. Lightly wavy from letting it dry without heat. Smooth, shiny like aquamarine gems, she put on no scents and departed Jean room quietly.
Slippers were set aside at the foot of the stairs and without shoes - as she was want to do while in doors - she descended the steps on bare feet. They made no sounds until she reached the bottom, a gentle tap that was more from the fact she jumped the last two stairs.
Smiling, Rhys looked about for anyone to have seen her little leap. yet, no one was there. "Aye me...Signore Elijah~..." her voice softly echoed down the hall as she peered into the kitchen in search for the coffee he said he would prepare for her.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Angel Kimmi - 11-25-2014
Zakiel was amazed at the mass volume of books that filled the space, he could see that there was shelf upon shelf filled with various volumes. However he remained somewhat aghast at the sight of the books piled up on the floor near the bookshelves and on the top of them...generally covering every available space. Didn't the owner have somewhere to store all of the books that didn't fit? He was certain it wasn't good for them on the floor.His fingers curled in against his palms as he staved off the desire to reorganise and care for the volumes. To create some semblance of order amid the chaos. Obviously the owner was an avid reader, with very varied tastes from just a brief look showed that there were romance paperbacks mixed with old hard copies of poetry among other things. He didn't quite get the system of organisation that was being used.
Zakiel started slightly at the sound of the other male's voice, realising that he had somewhat zoned out he blushed. Shifting his weight between his legs as the gaze shifted upwards to meet Elijah's. The other male was taller than him by half a foot at least, but what caught his attention was his colouring, fascinated he wondered whether or not it was natural. The pale curling strands and seemingly magenta eyes beneath glasses, the eyes at least had to be contacts...didn't they?
It was then that he realised that he was dripping onto the floor of the bookstore, the drizzle of rain appeared to have soaked him more than he'd thought. He shivered slightly feeling the difference in temperature inside, before realising that not only had he not answered - he was staring as well. He flushed again as water dripped from his bangs and into his eyes, "My...my apologies, I was caught up in my thoughts. If it isn't too much trouble, I would love to be able to dry off."
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - megs - 11-25-2014
"He's certainly... attentive," her brief paused was indicative of someone reaching for a response. She knew little of the men or their relationship other than what she deserved in brief interactions such as these. She knew better than to assume that these were moments in which conclusions could be drawn.
She followed behind Jean, book still held against her abdomen, as if it were something she had already grown quite attached to. The leather binding was worn, but smooth in her hands; it was heavy with information, but not unbearably so. She liked the way the edges of the pages seemed to glimmer, as if lined with thin strips of gold. Her ears sprung to attention immediately when the two of them reached some semblance of being alone- tail resuming it's contented swaying behind her head.
"I like roses," she insists; had it been any louder than her usual speaking volume it could have been considered bit too eager. Even so, there was a gentle lilt upon her purring vowels that insisted she was indeed interested. Rylan liked a lot of flowers, however, and she would be silently disappointed that he had not the patience nor the interest for them. She set the book on the counter, freeing her hands to accept the steaming beverage. The smallest of smiles curved the corners of her mouth as she decorated the coffee with cream and sugar.
She all but spat the first sip all over herself and the counter at his turn of phrase. Her tail was more of a flicker, than a sway by the time she gained some composure and set the mug down again. The blush that bloomed across that apples of her cheeks, turned coppery skin a rich mahogany and flared pink inside her furred ears. Certainly he had not meant the phrase in such a way. When she looked up at him to find the picture of handsome innocence, her ears dropped. He didn't mean it that way, she scolds herself, most ineffectively. Oh, no. He's going to know why I am blushing. He's going to think I am some sort of pervert. Why would I even think that.
Her ears pushed forward briefly, one of the swiveling towards the sound of Rhy's approaching the kitchen. She turned her head just in time to see the woman peek into the kitchen. It was a brief enough distraction for her to speak without tripping over her own words. "Ah, yes. Please. Lead the way," she waved one hand somewhat needlessly, as if to brush of the embarrassment that she alone had truly suffered- the other reaching to retrieve the coffee once more.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Tindome - 11-25-2014
Someone new had arrived in the shop – someone quite appalled by the state of it, by the taste of things. He was sure that Elijah had things well in hand. And if he did not…
He had other things on his mind. Dark-skinned girls who blossomed like flowers when they were alone, wide-eyed and soft-furred, short skirts and long legs. The sorts of things that always seemed to catch his fancy, capture his imagination. The taste of mortification as her skin went flush didn't help matters, made him want to prod at her more. "Is the coffee not good?" he asked, as if that had been the source of her flusterment, as if his curiosity would not be sated until she had confessed. A cruel trick to play on a woman already prone to shyness.
A twinge in his thigh brought him back to himself, self-control enforced by external circumstances. Pain turned his face to hard lines, but they softened as Rhys poked her head into the kitchen. "I believe Elijah brought your coffee to the front, Signorina," he informed her. "There may also be a customer in need of your expertise, si?"
He had forgotten his cane by the door when they'd come to the kitchen, and so he let his hand remain at the counter as he walked toward the hall. "If you will follow me, then, Mademoiselle." He would have offered his arm if it would not have been a selfish gesture, his leg misbehaving as it was. Misbehaving as he misbehaved, bizarre forced physical empathy to hold his other empathy in check.
And yet it didn't stop him even a little from trying to get her alone with him.
He had other things on his mind. Dark-skinned girls who blossomed like flowers when they were alone, wide-eyed and soft-furred, short skirts and long legs. The sorts of things that always seemed to catch his fancy, capture his imagination. The taste of mortification as her skin went flush didn't help matters, made him want to prod at her more. "Is the coffee not good?" he asked, as if that had been the source of her flusterment, as if his curiosity would not be sated until she had confessed. A cruel trick to play on a woman already prone to shyness.
A twinge in his thigh brought him back to himself, self-control enforced by external circumstances. Pain turned his face to hard lines, but they softened as Rhys poked her head into the kitchen. "I believe Elijah brought your coffee to the front, Signorina," he informed her. "There may also be a customer in need of your expertise, si?"
He had forgotten his cane by the door when they'd come to the kitchen, and so he let his hand remain at the counter as he walked toward the hall. "If you will follow me, then, Mademoiselle." He would have offered his arm if it would not have been a selfish gesture, his leg misbehaving as it was. Misbehaving as he misbehaved, bizarre forced physical empathy to hold his other empathy in check.
And yet it didn't stop him even a little from trying to get her alone with him.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Blade - 11-26-2014
There was much going on in the home, and, much going on without. The cat felt as thought she was... nervous; likely his master's doing. At least Jean wasn't caught up with those turbulent emotions, the one's caused by the mouser he didn't totally understand. They needed to talk about things. Soon.But, at present he was lightly mucked with a predicament. He'd promised Rhys coffee; which, he had. And, there was a customer. A customer who needed a towel lest he created a puddled stain on the floor Elijah did not relish cleaning later. Actually, he probably wouldn't. Likely, he'd just dip into Jean's funds and hire someone other individual who excelled at cleaning floors to do it... not that the fox would notice.
"A moment then," he told the stranger as he sensed the very bookish woman had just come downstairs. "I will return with due process." The coffee was taken from the desk before he moved back through the door that led to the hall. Knowing Rhys was already there, he stated as he brushed pasted her just after Jean and Rylan exited, "Excuse me, and, your coffee." The mentioned item was placed in her hands as he went to dig about for a towel in one of the pantries.
"Assuming it wouldn't trouble you terribly, Ms. De Marucillano, could you entertain a customer while I retrieve something to dry him up with?" He didn't look at he as he spoke. If he seemed harried it certainly wasn't intention, but by comparison to the languid nature of the book store's other two occupants... he supposed he might--if he were supposing at all of such matters right then.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Angel Kimmi - 11-26-2014
Instead of replying he nodded his head in complacence at the request that he wait while he retrieved a towel or something of the like. His attention remained focused on the gentleman in front of him until he moved to depart and he wondered briefly if perhaps he was the owner. Still Zakiel tried not to watch too closely, lest he be accused of staring, but those deep magenta eyes intrigued him...There was a small part of him which was mildly mortified that he was dripping water over someone's floor, but he quietly reminded himself he probably wasn't the first considering the weather. Still, it didn't take long for him to hone in on a distraction. Attention returning to the many volumes that surrounded him on the shelves closest to him, there was so much potential and most of the volumes were well cared for despite his original fears at seeing so many piled up on the floor and free surfaces.
It was almost painful to resist the desire to touch them, which was what led him to unbutton his black jacket completely, letting the water logged fabric hang from his slender frame. His black jeans and boots seemed dryer - he'd had the forethought to wear adequate shoes while wandering around in this dreary weather. Still he wiped his hands on the bottom of his emerald green long sleeved shirt with little thought as to his appearance, before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket.
Pulling out a pair of gold rectangular glasses and put them on before finally trailing his fingertips over the spines of the books. It didn't take long before Zakiel had zoned out, as he often did when it came to a large number of books. He loved the smell, and the sensation of pages beneath his fingertips - of being surrounded by them. His preoccupation leaving him completely unaware as to what was going on around him as he delved into them. Elijah could have been gone an hour and he likely wouldn't have noticed, there just would have been a watery trail following his progress through the isles.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - megs - 11-26-2014
Rylan looked down to the coffee in question, shifting lightly from one foot to the other. She pulled her bottom lip between elongated canines, before rolling those wide-eyed, green orbs to meet blue ones. She held the coffee with both hands and took another sip, as if the gesture would do anything to hide the crimson flush.
Lowering the mug, she shook her head back and forth quickly, whipping her dark ponytail to either side. "No, the coffee is wonderful," she reassures, too quickly. She would not be as quick to explain herself, however. Perverted slang was not the easiest to explain when it was not intended.
Her tail disappeared from behind her shoulders, dropping to sway and twist around her knees. She noticed the brief tightening in his features, same as a few days earlier, and her ears fell lopsided currently. He seemed to brush it off, just the same as always, as he spoke to the woman in the door.So, in turn the kitten did not linger on it either. Rylan's gaze flickered to sweep over Rhys. It was entirely curious, and held no judgement. She liked looking at people, observing them when she thought they wouldn't notice.
At his insistence, she blinked away her attentions from Rhys and and trailed behind him like a well-trained pet. The swing of her hips caused by the bounce in her steps, tossed the flouncy skirt over her thighs. She left the book, but brought her coffee. She wondered if it was still misting outside, probably should have thought about that before agreeing to a look at the garden.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Hobo_Bob - 11-26-2014
It seemed that Rhys was a little too late to greet Jean today as she wanted to. He was already occupied with Rylan, the cat-woman. Not Cat-woman from the Batman comics or television series, and not like an old woman who never married. No no no, this one had a tail and ears. Soft to look at, and Rhys bet they were soft to touch. Oh how she wanted to rush up to the woman and bury her face into the fluff of her ears and brush her tail. But the skittish disposition always gave her pause.Unlike Jean, with the pain in his leg, Rhys was forced to remind her self about self control constantly. Aye me, it was simply too much work to behave sometimes!!
BUT!! A charming, slightly tired smile to both in the kitchen brought her out of her thoughts at the mention of her Coffee. "Ah!! Gratzie, Signore. Buongiorno, miei amici. Good morning~. Please, I help Elijah with the consumer then. Divertirsi~!!" her smile was bright and lovely, cheerful in almost an annoyingly optimistic way.
But it hid the sleep in her eyes and the grumpy frown in her heart at having to wait to kiss and hold Jean. After how Elijah refused to return the simple morning affections, she really felt hurt. Not a pretend pout to charm people to her, but a pain at the rejections of physical contact.
Like a babe asking to be held in the arms of a mother, only to be pushed away.
Rhys pulled those thoughts back and waved her fingers while she grinned. Her nose did not crinkle as it always did when she smiled. She did not give her usual finger dancing wave before Elijah pressed her coffee into her hands.
Oh now this was heaven, alright. Her mood instantly lifted, she bounced a little while taking a large sip of the hot coffee. It burnt her tongue and throat, but it tasted too good to care. Once given instruction, she did as he asked and slipped into the main room where she saw the blond, dripping man.
Small and young, but far more interested in books than others she had seen come into this place. Quiet, soft steps drew closer to him as he trailed a hand along the spines of the books. Rhys smiled behind her mug of coffee at the coos and sighs that touch caused from the books he touched. She knew that feeling. It was one of the many forms of love.
Ever careful, Rhys slipped behind him - her mug of coffee resting on the desk for safe keeping after another large gulp of the black aphrodisiac - and blew on his ear to see if he would notice. If he did or not, a moment later she leaned over his shoulder to look into his face. Perhaps much too close for a first meeting, but she wanted to see what face brought the books such pleasure by such a soft touch.
"Signore, the books are very nice, no? So many to look at....I am Rhys de'Marucillano. I please give you help till eh....Elijah." Her smile was calming and her eyes nearly a glowing teal. Bright and natural like her hair, yet un-natural by every means.
Tsundoku - Antique and Well-Loved Books - Tindome - 11-27-2014
Poor Rhys was feeling neglected. It would be an easy enough thing to remedy, and yet he didn't. He knew, though it was not a conscious consideration, that letting such feelings fester would make her feel more strongly when he attended to her properly. It was his nature to plan interactions in such a way, and it seemed even his hermitage had not rectified that particular problem.
The air of the garden was slightly damp, dewdrops on grass and on rose petals reflecting the light. Perfect weather for a rainbow, though he did not see one yet. There was nowhere to sit… except the swingset on the oak tree. And that was far too small for Rylan, far too small for anyone. Anyone but one very small person, impossibly small, and he found that under the circumstances he did not particularly want to look at it.
"Here," he said with a nod of his head, and he led her to the other side of the tree's massive trunk, so that he could lean against it. He could see the roses, from here, but not the little swing. The leaves were a shelter from most of the mist, and it was probably not the best environment for his suit. Speckles of moisture left small transparent spots in his white shirt, and he began to tug white leather from his fingers.
"Rylan," he said, his tone even and informative and eyes still on his gloves, "in a moment, I am going to kiss you. If you do not stop me, I will probably ravish you here in the garden. I will probably not be particularly gentle about it, because after refraining from bending you over my desk, I have found that my patience has worn thin." Tucking his gloves into his pocket, he began unbuttoning the jacket of his suit, the picture of patient efficiency as mist settled in his hair. "It would be in your best interest to go inside now, rather than let me do any of those things."
The air of the garden was slightly damp, dewdrops on grass and on rose petals reflecting the light. Perfect weather for a rainbow, though he did not see one yet. There was nowhere to sit… except the swingset on the oak tree. And that was far too small for Rylan, far too small for anyone. Anyone but one very small person, impossibly small, and he found that under the circumstances he did not particularly want to look at it.
"Here," he said with a nod of his head, and he led her to the other side of the tree's massive trunk, so that he could lean against it. He could see the roses, from here, but not the little swing. The leaves were a shelter from most of the mist, and it was probably not the best environment for his suit. Speckles of moisture left small transparent spots in his white shirt, and he began to tug white leather from his fingers.
"Rylan," he said, his tone even and informative and eyes still on his gloves, "in a moment, I am going to kiss you. If you do not stop me, I will probably ravish you here in the garden. I will probably not be particularly gentle about it, because after refraining from bending you over my desk, I have found that my patience has worn thin." Tucking his gloves into his pocket, he began unbuttoning the jacket of his suit, the picture of patient efficiency as mist settled in his hair. "It would be in your best interest to go inside now, rather than let me do any of those things."