I'm afraid our illustrious affair must come to an end, my dear.
[Dorian sighs from behind the stack of books he's currently placing on their shared table, as if he were listing an undeniable fact of life. He, of course, does not have a serious expression to match — it's taken hours to make a journey together, and when he isn't fussing over the potential strains on Prior's body, he's finding some manner to compliment him (and himself) or asking questions about the intricacies of the fabled New York life. He managed to look enraptured most of the time, even about the mundane. And these... clubs, they would play the recording like Tozier's collection? No, don't answer that, I could phrase that less stupidly. He isn't going anywhere.
But it is a significantly nicer atmosphere than that of the last library they were in. Stuffy, scolding old mother hen-like acolytes insisting silence and looming over your shoulder if you so much as breathe too loudly replaced with absolutely no caretakers, other than the self-appointed visitors. Dorian isn't over the moon, because as he's stated before, nowhere they go is going to compare to the archives of his homeland, but he is at ease. At ease, and casting a wry smile at Prior over a paperback.]
My heart beats for another, older, more knowledgeable. I'm to look upon these pages until my eyes shut for eternal rest.
prior 📚❣️
[Dorian sighs from behind the stack of books he's currently placing on their shared table, as if he were listing an undeniable fact of life. He, of course, does not have a serious expression to match — it's taken hours to make a journey together, and when he isn't fussing over the potential strains on Prior's body, he's finding some manner to compliment him (and himself) or asking questions about the intricacies of the fabled New York life. He managed to look enraptured most of the time, even about the mundane. And these... clubs, they would play the recording like Tozier's collection? No, don't answer that, I could phrase that less stupidly. He isn't going anywhere.
But it is a significantly nicer atmosphere than that of the last library they were in. Stuffy, scolding old mother hen-like acolytes insisting silence and looming over your shoulder if you so much as breathe too loudly replaced with absolutely no caretakers, other than the self-appointed visitors. Dorian isn't over the moon, because as he's stated before, nowhere they go is going to compare to the archives of his homeland, but he is at ease. At ease, and casting a wry smile at Prior over a paperback.]
My heart beats for another, older, more knowledgeable. I'm to look upon these pages until my eyes shut for eternal rest.