#👀 one of those hoity-toity salon/libraries with insanely-expensive books

[eritvita]

“ you’re not nearly as quiet as you believe yourself to be. ” (them being up to no good)

@okruchlodu

The storefront is a lavish endeavor of marbled columns, velvet rugs of impossible geometry, and towers of spiraling pillars full of books both benign and superior, reaching into an impossible ceiling that never ends; that keeps its own clouds, wisps of condensation in faux bursts of magick to create crawling vines and bursting flowers, mirror'd bees, sleek Greene snakes in this aesthetic of fantastic, esoteric uniqueness.

And lo, art naught Roland's pockets light; his satchel woefully limp and deflated of its myriad of tokens both metallic and borne of that soft, ink'd wood, and he scoffs at her; this violet-strewn deity hidden away with him in a darkened corner where fireflies flit in a cozy stature for the Hermit and of the Reader …

As he tucks tome after tome– inconspicuously, innocently– into that leather-bound maw, his inhuman ears flit for the Library's guards. He shushes her playfully, hunching himself as Roland's speed nary decreases, glee pressed permanently into his handsome dimples. "Save thee, and watch for the clack of unfamiliar boots, glittering Childe," wheezes Roland, and bounces his brows in this manic lash of Cheer. "Of which art thou required? Dost thou want for a topic?" offers he, and suppresses within him a hard bout of gay cackling.

for those with a reputation .