WC: 404. OH WHAT. BAD SILVANO :|
As laughter was contagious, so was happiness, as the woman in the library seemed to glow without the aid of the sunlight through the window. When she chance glanced at the tall dark knight, she saw the warmth emanating from his features. Only when he moved the book into her lap did she look away from him for a moment, blinking to comprehend what was being asked of her. Though his touch was fleeting, Giselle's face grew warm at his words, gently gliding her hand along the dark hair that framed her face, rivulets dancing as they moved willingly. Her heart beat faster, but nothing but a smile graced her cream colored face. Then, she felt the book beneath her fingers, and opened it up quietly and delicately.
And so the tale continued, as Giselle's words characterized each feeling in black writing and bringing the story to life. It was the only true way she knew how to read books, but it seemed that no one would complain. As the woman's voice sang out the words, they were introduced to new characters and their lives, and though Giselle struggled to understand some terms from man, the young woman moved on without pause. It was only until they reached the 18th chapter did she stop, and glance up at the male beside her.
In that moment, she seemed taken aback by his intense emerald eyes, swirling along the pages of the book. But what could be seen from the exterior was a concerned and thoughtful look. "I don't think I like this Mr. Wickham," she mused up at him, feeling a shiver crawl down her spine. Her form shifted comfortably, turning her back against the male as she leaned on the side of his frame. A yawn pressed forth from the back of her throat, and the Fantasia girl sighed softly as she let it pass. As powder blues flitted to the window, she glanced traces of orange and the beginning shades of red color the room. Beside her, in the corner, Tux had fallen asleep, bored from the book and finding nothing of interest among the inked pages. Lazily, dainty white fingers passed the story onto the knight, eager to know more despite the time of day. "Would you read some more, please?" She asked in an airy tone, glancing over her shoulder at the knight. "It sounds much lovelier when you read it."
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