Turn the page of my story, give yourself a new chapter, boy...

[favoriteregret]

Chase is in the corner of the library, his face buried in a book. Well actually it's a play, but it's in book form. It's beaten up, tattered, torn, dog-eared and has ink stains on it. The cover page is torn out. It was the first book he got at his job at Flourish and Blotts and he's read it wayyy too many times. It's quiet. He likes quiet but also

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[saintdominique]

It's not sunset, you know.

[favoriteregret]

It doesnt have to be to enjoy a book.

[saintdominique]

*smiles* I was referring to love poems at sunset.

[favoriteregret]

*smirks and finally looks up from his book* I know, which is why I'm not reading poems. *holds it up* Cyrano de Bergerac. Ever read it?

[saintdominique]

Nope. Bit of a mouthful.

[favoriteregret]

It's French, of course it is. But it's absolutely brilliant, you should.

*lowers eyes back to play*

[saintdominique]

Is it yours?

[favoriteregret]

*nods sheepishly* Er well...actually...it's sort of stolen.

See I didn't...I mean I couldn't afford to buy it. And up until then I'd kind of just been sneaking stuff. Not a lot or excessive amounts of stuff but things from the secondhand bins or like day old rolls that were going to be thrown out anyway, that sort of thing. Just enough to get by. Anyway I went through a klepto phase and I started reading this out of boredom when I first started working and I couldn't put it down. I meant to give it back but I just never ended up doing it.

[saintdominique]

*smiles softly* You don't have too explain yourself to me, Chase. I won't judge you.

[favoriteregret]

Yeah well...*lowers eyes back to the play*

[saintdominique]

*sits quietly for a minute*

Would you like me to go?

[favoriteregret]

*raises eyes* No. I'm just on my favorite line gimme a second....*flips page and reads for like 2 seconds and puts the book down*

[saintdominique]

Are you gonna tell me what the line is?

[favoriteregret]

Would you like me to read it, then?

[saintdominique]

If you'd like.

[favoriteregret]

Look once at the high stars that shine in heaven, and put off artificiality!
Have you not seen great gaudy hothouse flowers,
Barren without fragrance?--Souls are like that:
Forced to show all, they soon become all show--
The means to Nature's end ends meaningless!

So then Roxane, the girl Cyrano's in love wtih? Well she says "But...Poetry?"

And Cyrano goes Love hates that game of words! It is a crime to the fence with life--I tell you,
There comes a moment, once--and God help those who pass that moment by!
--when Beauty stands looking into the soul with grave, sweet eyes
That sicken at pretty words!

So...yeah.