05-22-2020, 01:42 AM
Icarus has yet to fully explore the manor, though not for any lack of want. He's an adventurer by nature, but there's so much to take in about the Knights' territory that the winding corridors are one of the last things on his mind. Most of his time is spent memorizing the well-trodden moorland paths, sunbathing in the courtyard gardens, and exploring old stables and steep cliffsides alike — that which lies inside the estate is the least of his concerns. He knows how to get to and from the most important spaces anyways, namely the foyer, the ballroom, the kitchen, his room on the east wing, and, of course, the library. Nothing can keep Icarus from getting his paws on a good book, not even the labyrinthine halls of the imposingly-large building. He's kept at least somewhat busy with his duties managing the Knights, but he appreciates the smallness of the group and the free time it affords him to curl up with a novel at the end of each long day.
The little tabby still has plenty of borrowed books hidden away in his room that are well overdue for returning to the library, a habit he's been meaning to break for moons now — today's the first time he's ever gotten around it, the spine of one poetry collection held gingerly between his jaws as he pads into the room. The scents are familiar and comforting, earthy and ancient like leatherbound pages gone long-untouched. And like dust, too; it prompts him to sneeze, ungracefully dropping the book he'd been carrying with him. Of all the times he'd visited the library, he'd never thought to do any cleaning. Icarus makes note to get around to that sometime — but certainly not now, for when he looks up he finds a familiar face seated before him. The golden feline immediately eases into a warm smile. "Oh, I hope I didn't interrupt you," the tom muses with a twitch of his whiskers. He means it sincerely, but apparently not enough to leave the Knight to return to the novel. Instead he moves closer, emerald green eyes idly drifting across the stack at the other's side. Another bookworm, then? Icarus's verdant gaze lights up like the twinkle of the stars he knows so well, his curiosity piqued. He purrs, "I see you found the library. Reading anything interesting?"
The little tabby still has plenty of borrowed books hidden away in his room that are well overdue for returning to the library, a habit he's been meaning to break for moons now — today's the first time he's ever gotten around it, the spine of one poetry collection held gingerly between his jaws as he pads into the room. The scents are familiar and comforting, earthy and ancient like leatherbound pages gone long-untouched. And like dust, too; it prompts him to sneeze, ungracefully dropping the book he'd been carrying with him. Of all the times he'd visited the library, he'd never thought to do any cleaning. Icarus makes note to get around to that sometime — but certainly not now, for when he looks up he finds a familiar face seated before him. The golden feline immediately eases into a warm smile. "Oh, I hope I didn't interrupt you," the tom muses with a twitch of his whiskers. He means it sincerely, but apparently not enough to leave the Knight to return to the novel. Instead he moves closer, emerald green eyes idly drifting across the stack at the other's side. Another bookworm, then? Icarus's verdant gaze lights up like the twinkle of the stars he knows so well, his curiosity piqued. He purrs, "I see you found the library. Reading anything interesting?"
lightning in your eyes, you can't speak
falling from the sky, down to me
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