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[livrer]

That's a fair point

Changing the world

[gossipkinesis]

Is the protagonist believable?

[livrer]

That is up for debate so far

I'd like to think so though

And I'd like to think this story ends happily

[gossipkinesis]

Who wrote it? Should I read it after you?

[livrer]

A Rothman-Zecher

And of course if you'd like, I'll bring it over to you when I'm done

But enough about books, you're free now?

[gossipkinesis]

I've never heard of them...

Yes, I am sunbathing on my balcony.

[livrer]

Hmm now I like that image

[gossipkinesis]

[ oh look, you get a shot of her from the waist down.]

[livrer]

Ouf you are a tease

Knowing I am so far from you right now

[gossipkinesis]

It's not my fault you're all the way over there reading...

[livrer]

Well it was very engrossing

But I'm done now

[gossipkinesis]

And now what will you do?

[livrer]

I don't know

But I know what I would like to do

[gossipkinesis]

I can only teleport, I can't read minds. 😉

[livrer]

Well then mon trésor

Why don't you teleport over here and I can tell you exactly what I'd like to do?

[gossipkinesis]

Right now?

[livrer]

You said you were bored

[gossipkinesis]

Where are you?

[livrer]

My quarters

[gossipkinesis]

[ annnnd guess who shows up a minute later, wearing kaftan over her bikini, standing near the door way.]

You summoned me.

[livrer]

[ He doesn't startle, but his smile is sudden and fond and a little intense when he notes what she's wearing (or not wearing). ]

You are magic. [ Beat. ] And a sight to behold.

[gossipkinesis]

[ The man is so damn good at stringing words together in the best way possible. And she grins at him as a result, slinking towards him until she's perched on the edge of his desk, holding out her hand.]

Let me see this book that has kept you from me.

[livrer]

Of course.

[ Funnily enough, he wouldn't even pride himself as being particularly poetic. Margo just happens to bring out the softest side of him that he so very rarely shows.

He takes a step forward, towards her. He leans into her space in order to reach for the book sitting at his desk only an arm's length away and then he passes it into her hands. He didn't have to, but already he wants to be in her orbit.

The book itself is leather-bound, very old, and carefully looked after. On the centre of the cover is an embossed print in gold, reading: M. Rothman-Zecher. ]

[gossipkinesis]

[ The moment he hands it to her, whatever way he'd managed to fluster her by being close fades into the background as she looks at the book in her hands.

It's old. Very old.

And her brow furrows suddenly at the sight of it. She takes care to inspect it delicately, glancing up at him for a moment.] I've never seen this book before. [ And Margo is a voracious reader.] Where did you get it? It looks antique.

[livrer]

A — friend of mine gave it to me.

[ And why does he feel guilty about that? As though his friendship with someone outside of the Volary is something to keep hidden, when it has never been the case before. He has been careful, yes, but he's never hidden it.

It's not a secret to Margo or most of the parliament that he isn't a Rook born by blood. He still maintains some contact with a handful of people some might judge him for, but he's never cared much for their opinions anyway. ]

He works with books like these.