[ The library is a strange place. Adam has had that thought about many of the buildings in the city, but this one takes it to another level. Because there's still something orderly about the dusty shelves filled with books, a familiarity that makes him want to bow his head in hushed acquiescence to the rules he knows. He half expects to be shushed by a spectre or to lose hours just trying to keep afloat in the sea of knowledge. This isn't Aglionby though, he has no classes to claw his way to the top. And there is wildness here too, trees and vines spilling everywhere as if they're trying to pull the pages back to where they came from. He thinks he likes it, the smell of paper and pine, the way it feels warm and real and earthy around them.
His shoulder is still pressed to Ronan's once he finishes reading, and Adam hums a little in thought, watching the way the other boy's eyelashes flutter as he breathes. ]
You know, you liking the Iliad makes total sense.
[ There's a lot about it that could be about him too. ]
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His shoulder is still pressed to Ronan's once he finishes reading, and Adam hums a little in thought, watching the way the other boy's eyelashes flutter as he breathes. ]
You know, you liking the Iliad makes total sense.
[ There's a lot about it that could be about him too. ]