Ereuvir pauses at the surprised sigh, supporting Ashley's weight and letting him enjoy it for a moment, fingers gripped warm at his hip and his thumb working gently at a muscle in his back. He presses a few kisses, lingering, against the skin of his neck, lets him settle a bit as the warmth pulses, slow, like the pace of waves on the shore.
Getting Ereuvir engaged in something is sometimes a bit of a chore and Ashley's going to find that getting his attention in the coming days is going to be more difficult than many others. But once Ereuvir is convinced to join to the game, give that attention, he's almost uncannily focused and present. He looks pleased as he tugs them back into motion, content.
"It might not surprise you to learn that the only books here are ones that have been lost. There's a lot of knowledge in here and some of it is very dangerous," he does not tell him not to read them. What would be the point? If he wants to do so, he will, but he will warn him, "There are some harms I cannot undo, and some of them reside here, though there is plenty of forgotten mundane reading as well."
It is, perhaps, a smaller library than he might have been expecting, but it's still impressive: two floors of books against the walls, a thin walkway around the top to get to those shelves, with a huge window at the far end that looks out over his domain, bleak but lovely. What it also is, is surprisingly cozy. It feels lived in in a way that the rest of the house, what little attention has been paid to it, doesn't. Smaller than the vaulted ceilings and grandiose floorplan he might have been expecting, it nevertheless is clear that this is the heart of the house.
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Getting Ereuvir engaged in something is sometimes a bit of a chore and Ashley's going to find that getting his attention in the coming days is going to be more difficult than many others. But once Ereuvir is convinced to join to the game, give that attention, he's almost uncannily focused and present. He looks pleased as he tugs them back into motion, content.
"It might not surprise you to learn that the only books here are ones that have been lost. There's a lot of knowledge in here and some of it is very dangerous," he does not tell him not to read them. What would be the point? If he wants to do so, he will, but he will warn him, "There are some harms I cannot undo, and some of them reside here, though there is plenty of forgotten mundane reading as well."
It is, perhaps, a smaller library than he might have been expecting, but it's still impressive: two floors of books against the walls, a thin walkway around the top to get to those shelves, with a huge window at the far end that looks out over his domain, bleak but lovely. What it also is, is surprisingly cozy. It feels lived in in a way that the rest of the house, what little attention has been paid to it, doesn't. Smaller than the vaulted ceilings and grandiose floorplan he might have been expecting, it nevertheless is clear that this is the heart of the house.