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Post by devon on May 7, 2011 9:23:39 GMT -6
It had been raining all afternoon by the time Devon had left her room to go find a book to read. It was late afternoon, everything she needed done was done and dinner was not for another few hours. And the best thing she found to do was read. She had always enjoyed reading, be it a romance novel or a biography. So long as it was entertaining, she could get lost for hours in the dusty pages of just about any book.
She slipped into the library, walking as quietly as possibly to avoid being seen or heard. She took her jacket off at the door and moved through the aisles, her fingertips scanning the spines in an almost sensual nature. The variation of textures beneath her fingers was intoxicating, venturing from vinyl bound to leather, over the raised letter and to the pressed ones.
What to read, what to read? So many to chose from, all of them having a different story to tell. A biography or a fiction? A memoir or a horror? Finally, she pulled The Hounds of the Baskervilles from the shelf and picked a large arm chair in the corner.
She pulled her legs up to her body but tucked them beside her, in between her hips and the arm and the chair so her skirt would not be revealing anything appropriate. She opened the book and began reading, her eyes scanning the page as her hands held the book gently, almost lovingly.
She was glad for the time alone, enjoying it for the time being. Devon was usually a very social person and enjoyed the company of others, but today she wanted some solitude with her own thoughts. Lately, she had been so involved in other things that she could barely hear herself thing. It was a whirlwind, trying not only to keep her head down in a court of lycans, but also adjust to Court Life in general.
She heard the door to the library open somewhere in her subconscious, but she was so absorbed in the words of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle that it did not register with the rest of her brain that the noise she had heard was the signaling of someone else entering the library.
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Post by Lord Lucian Yale on May 8, 2011 12:37:27 GMT -6
The library was a place of silence, a place to think in this busy and vibrant court. Today it was a place for Lucian to hide, to escape from courtiers who wanted nothing more than power that came with his title. He would have none it, he was a gentleman not a puppet to be used and abused. A good book to take him away from his troubles was what he needed. The silence and peace the library offered was soothing to the frustarted and tired lord.
Closing the door behind him, he took a deep breath. Peace washed over the lord, calming his buzzing nerves. The smell of ink, paper and a human woman hit him. Wait someone else was here in the library? And a human female at that now this was rare. In a court of wolves, a young woman wondered through the halls. She was a gentle, fragile sheep thrown to the lions. The thought of getting lost in a good book had been pushed out of his mind. Lucian had to find the source of this scent.
Wandering through the shelfs, he found nothing at first but the her scent grew stronger the deeper he went into the library. Turning the next corner he found her. She was seated on the floor, absorbed in the book she was reading. The enjoyment was clear to the lycan, her eyes were glued to the pages but he could not just stand there watching her. No that would rude, Lucian could have to announce himself.
Coughing once, trying to catch her attention. Draw her out of the world of her book and back to reality. "Madam?" He questioned quietly but loud enough for her human ears to catch without missing the words as they left his lips.
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Post by devon on May 8, 2011 16:57:20 GMT -6
Devon nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice not far from her. She looked up, her eyes slightly wide with surprise as a hand went to cover her racing heart. "Mon dieu!" She exclaimed softly, closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to calm herself. Devon was not one that was usually caught off guard, but she had been so absorbed in her book that she had not even heard the man across from her approach.
She took a moment to observe him with perceptive, whiskey eyes, taking in everything about him. She could tell, even sitting down, that he was very tall. He was handsome, she would certainly give him that. Dark haired and blue eyes, his eyes providing a beautiful contrast to his dark hair. It was entrancing, enough that she had to force her eyes away from him. She didn't want to stand there just staring at him.
"Forgive me, I did not hear you approach. You startled me." She marked the page of her book by bending the corner and the closed it, putting it aside. She then stood, untucking long legs from their spot beside her as she did. Even standing, however, she just barely reached his shoulders, even in her heels. She felt so small, smaller than usual, standing with this man. However, she did not think much of it, she was used to it by now.
She then dipped into a low curtsy, bringing her a little closer to the ground for a moment before she stood straight. "I'm Devon Gray." She introduced, keeping her eyes low. She was a human among the ranks, and hardly in a position to be testy, especially against this man who stood over a foot taller than she.
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Post by Lord Lucian Yale on May 30, 2011 11:22:10 GMT -6
Her reaction amused him greatly, around the court it was hard to easily sneak up on another lycan. Devon was like a breath of fresh air, a lone human wandering the halls of a lycan court.
French, she spoke French now this was something he was excepting. The lord had heard that a member of the French court walked among them but he did not think of a second that it was this, innocent fragile looking flower. Books had a way of dragging the reader off into a world of literature and imagination. Reality no longer matter, people could easily walk past and the reader would be too involved to notice.
Her eyes, so bright and full of intrigue stared straight up at him. The color stunned him. Never before had he seen such a color as hers, they were like liquid gold which filled the many bottles in the cabinet in his private lounge back at Grey Haven. Ah his home how he missed her rolling hills and dense forest that lined the edge of his estate.
Strange that her eyes moved this thoughts from alcohol to his large estate. Quickly he pushed thoughts of his home away in order to focus on what lay in front of him. It was understandable that she was startled by him since her hearing was limited compared to his or any other lycan here at court.
"No need to apologize madam" He said, smiling softly at her trying to make her feel comfortable in his presence. The manners were there, he was happy to see that this little human was a true lady in the way she moved. This Devon would survive as long as she remained a lady unlike the other noble ladies who graced the halls of King Vaan's palace.
"A pleasure Lady Grey" He spoke, bowing his head in greeting. The Gentleman was coming out of the Lucian. "How have you been finding your stay?" He was curious as whether she had the pleasure of meeting the local man whore or the prince just yet. Women seemed to flock to the prince like a moth to a flame. Men protected their daughters, sisters and wives against the charm of Henry. Lucian was curious if humans could resisted the pulls when most lycans could not.
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