05-27-2020, 01:24 AM
He's glad to find that Aurum welcomes his company just as Icarus welcomes his, though it hardly would've mattered to the Judge either way. Amusement comes easy with a quiet hum, a spark igniting within verdant pools at the lion's initial words. A smile forms, lopsided and barely-there but still graced with effortlessly-given warmth. His gaze follows Aurum's back to the book, watching him set it aside. Returning his own book (the one he'd dropped just moments prior) will have to wait; the golden feline is far more interested in Aurum's company.
Icarus had once traveled through far-off lands in search of libraries full of more books to get his paws on. He hasn't read everything, of course — certain genres continue to escape him entirely, particularly nonfiction, but his appetite for romances is ravenous. Anything from the Regency or Victorian periods is certain to capture his attention, finding them especially fitting to be read in the grand old manor while overlooking the wind-whipped uplands, though he has a certain penchant for gothic literature as well. The title Jane Eyre is a familiar one. It causes his eyes to light up, glittering like twin jade stones beneath the sun. "You chose a good one," he purrs, settling down now, "I'm a fan of romances myself." He's not sure of his own reasons for such enjoyment of the genre, but Icarus would be lying if he said he wasn't the hopeless romantic sort. The tom is always looking for beauty in everything, always seeking out grand notions about the universe in the stars and the rolling moors alike. He's known passion and heartbreak alike — he's found poetry in both, too. Lived in it, nurtured it. Icarus thinks of it as something deep within his bones, a call to his heart, but at the same time perhaps it's nothing at all. Musings fade as his gaze sharpens to focus on Aurum once more, though contemplation lingers as he watches the other. "Oh, have you read Wuthering Heights? I'm more partial to Pride and Prejudice myself, but the outpost by the cliffs is named for the heights. Anyway, I'm sure we have copies around here somewhere." He's gotten carried away by his own ramblings, barely waiting for Aurum's reply before his gaze begins to drift across the library in thoughtful searching. "I've been to other libraries before, but I imagine this one will keep me busy for a while. Maybe we'll have to do a book exchange with your Tanglewood sometime, then. Of course, after we've given the books a good dusting."
Icarus had once traveled through far-off lands in search of libraries full of more books to get his paws on. He hasn't read everything, of course — certain genres continue to escape him entirely, particularly nonfiction, but his appetite for romances is ravenous. Anything from the Regency or Victorian periods is certain to capture his attention, finding them especially fitting to be read in the grand old manor while overlooking the wind-whipped uplands, though he has a certain penchant for gothic literature as well. The title Jane Eyre is a familiar one. It causes his eyes to light up, glittering like twin jade stones beneath the sun. "You chose a good one," he purrs, settling down now, "I'm a fan of romances myself." He's not sure of his own reasons for such enjoyment of the genre, but Icarus would be lying if he said he wasn't the hopeless romantic sort. The tom is always looking for beauty in everything, always seeking out grand notions about the universe in the stars and the rolling moors alike. He's known passion and heartbreak alike — he's found poetry in both, too. Lived in it, nurtured it. Icarus thinks of it as something deep within his bones, a call to his heart, but at the same time perhaps it's nothing at all. Musings fade as his gaze sharpens to focus on Aurum once more, though contemplation lingers as he watches the other. "Oh, have you read Wuthering Heights? I'm more partial to Pride and Prejudice myself, but the outpost by the cliffs is named for the heights. Anyway, I'm sure we have copies around here somewhere." He's gotten carried away by his own ramblings, barely waiting for Aurum's reply before his gaze begins to drift across the library in thoughtful searching. "I've been to other libraries before, but I imagine this one will keep me busy for a while. Maybe we'll have to do a book exchange with your Tanglewood sometime, then. Of course, after we've given the books a good dusting."
lightning in your eyes, you can't speak
falling from the sky, down to me
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