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[princeofthenorth]

[ getting thoroughly lost between book shelves.]

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[feroxalgere]

[Sunbrowned hand rests on the thick spine of a leather bound book that still rests upon the shelf. Baritone hums. Dark eyes open at the sound of approaching steps and the wordless song ceases.]

Good evening.

[princeofthenorth]

[ Christian is brought out of his thoughts by the stranger's voice, and he replies in kind, softly but polite all the same. ]

Oh - good evening.

[feroxalgere]

[Feeling that some explanation was due. This was not his usual environment.]

I let myself in to visit old friends.
[This section, donated by a noble family, smelled faintly of smoke. Books rescued from the flames.]

[princeofthenorth]

[ Whether he means actual people or the books themselves by 'friends', he doesn't know. But he can certainly understand the feeling should it be the latter. ]

I love it..it's peaceful. I feel like I can actually breathe and think here.

[ Shifting the hardback he's carrying into his left arm, he holds out his right hand ]

I'm Christian.

[feroxalgere]

[Cheek twitched as if it might smile, but did not. Turned from the pages that were hidden from sight beneath their covers to grasp the extension of manners and propriety.]

Ferox. I find breath outdoors, unconfined.

[The cuff of his sleeve was embroidered, one shade of color darker than the peacock blue of his shirt. Impossible to see unless one was within hand's reach, it was a secret. Hounds chasing horses chasing hounds repeating in an unending circle. The placket and round collar carrying the same design. Boots were well oiled, brushed and cared for. Dark wool trousers clean despite the claim of being more comfortable in less civilized surroundings.]