[p] to him was given the key of the bottomless pit

Ángel Fàbregas i Reus · 07-05-2012, 04:36 PM

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Angel's fingers moved almost lovingly over the cover of one of his books. A Shakespearean novel, Macbeth. It was from his large collection, antique style with a thick leather cover that was nearly in perfect condition. Of course, this was hardly a full collection. Some of the lesser known titles from the Englishman's pen were missing and, due to the dark Spaniard's current distaste for the tale, Romeo and Juliet. The title soured his thoughts an he found it was better off not on his bookshelf. The majority of other books on his shelf were practical things, atlases, local maps, religious literature and survival guides. Don Quixote was another title he praised, finding amusement in it's amusing moments. Moving out of his room finally, it was his Don Quixote novel that he took with him. It was written in Catalan, his mother tongue, and amongst the best kept of his collection. It deserved to be, as it had been a gift from his adoring father.

He made his way briskly towards the library, naturally wanting space from the confinement of his small dwelling. The library was usually quiet and it was made for reading books in, so naturally that was the first place that came to Angel's mind. Moving into the room, his blue eyes found Ithiel's form. 'Buenos noches' he said, his natural tongue rolling forth. 'Terrible weather, si?'

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