55 Swords in the Stone
...Alright, I can no longer contain my curiousity. What on Earth did you throw at him?
[He's sitting off in the far back of the library, the most comfortable spot for him, for the illusion of privacy it affords him, and most people don't venture back this far. Which is a benefit with all the kissing going on, and the rather...abrupt turn his life has made. He's curled up in the high backed arm chair, novel open across his lap, idly stirring his tea.
Open for planned and unplanned kisses, or just to talk ♥]