Streets, A midnight afternoon

[iwouldfollowyou]

There are libraries enough in the Night Side. The ever updating, and unbound to time frame, collection of knowledge, history, science, art, magic and storytelling to fill them all, and so much more

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[madeofwyn]

Wyn mumbles to herself as she wanders through the stacks. Another period-of-24-hours (can't really call it a day in the Nightside, can you?), another library - though still apparently not the one Hex is searching for. She's got several books tucked into her arms, and some of them might even be for Hex (although probably not anything called Perdido Street Station), and she's still looking for more.

Hex is somewhere to her left, already surrounded by very large books with dry-sounding titles like Epicyclical Elaborations in Sorcery and Practical and Theoretical Applications of Academic Sorcery.

[ooc: but it's a library, I had to show up! xD]

[iwouldfollowyou]

[Hee!]

It's hard to miss them, when he's growing accustom to the sound of their thoughts. Especially to them suddenly parading across his mind in the continual frustration and dedicated search of the same things.

"Afternoon."

There might be the twist of a smirk for the timed term.

[madeofwyn]

"Is it?" Wyn manages to get one hand free to check the tiny pocketwatch hanging from her necklace. "Oh, I suppose it is. Hi, Edward." she continues, shifting her books once more.

"I told you I'd remember!"

[iwouldfollowyou]

The smirk turns to a faint smile claiming his lips even if it does take another two seconds before his eyes raised from the page he was reading. "So you did. Would you like help?"

That was with a glance to the books she maneuvered.

Without the smallest move from his position.

[madeofwyn]

"Oh, that'd be fantastic." Wyn says, trying not to sound too relieved. "They're not heavy, just... hard to arrange in a way that's easy to carry." And it would have been nice if someone had helped her, but oh no he is an Earl and Earls don't carry their own books.

"Hex is just over there, if you're sure you don't mind helping." she continues, nodding her head over at her boss' table.

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward placed his book on the stack next to him, and pushed off the floor with the kind of thoughtless grace dancers spent whole lifetimes wishing for. He took an armful of her books, managing to do so without brushing against her skin casually.

It did still take an effort here -- people. Nearness to them. The inextricable urge inspired by the warmth that made an oven of the air around them.

As much to distract his own thoughts, "Are they all yours?"

[madeofwyn]

"General rule of thumb: the large heavy ones are Hex's, the little ones with fun covers are mine." Wyn says with a grin, strolling over to Hex's table and depositing them with a slam.

"Special delivery!" she says too-brightly, annoyance seeping into her voice. "Again."

[iwouldfollowyou]

Edward, only faintly perturbed through to his expression, not belying the considerations and rejections of his thoughts circling fast, followed after her. Depositing his with far less fanfare or noise.

He nodded, congenially, to Hector.

[hectorspellman]

"Was that necessary?" Hector snaps, glaring up (and only slightly up; he might have been sitting down, but Wyn wasn't wearing heels) at his assistant. Really, she had all the emotional maturity of a five-year-old - which might have been to be expected, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

"Thank you." he says to Edward, more politely.

[iwouldfollowyou]

"It was no trouble." It really wasn't, considering the amount of things he could carry. Even if he could survive without the spike of yearning that was at taunt line inside of him again.

"Are you closer to finding whatever you're looking for?"

[hectorspellman]

"Infinitesimally." Hector says, not without bitterness. "Having to work backwards from two different directions is... frustrating." In theory, he'd hired Wyn so that things would go faster (and not slower), but she'd flounced off in a direction that was away from work; as usual, he was the only one researching.

[iwouldfollowyou]

He put his hands into his pockets. It seemed a reasonably helpful thing to do given the impulses he was ignoring. After all, the fabric would only give like air if his mind made up itself alternately.

"And the other library?"

[hectorspellman]

"The one I can't find?" Hector snorts. "I'm starting to think it actively doesn't want to be found." He might be looking up at Edward, but his pen is still moving and he's still thinking.

[iwouldfollowyou]

It's a nice habit, that.

"Can it have an opinion in the matter?"

It probably shows something of his acceptance of the Night Side, after the last week, that he doesn't sound all that skeptical about when he asks the errant question.

[hectorspellman]

Vaguely skeptical is still skeptical. "... I wouldn't be surprised. Ambient magic does odd things sometimes." Hector says, frowning. [It could be convinced it was actually an antique shop, for example. I am never going back to Beirut again.]

[ooc: sorry liek whoa for not replying to this sooner. school, etc., etc.]

[iwouldfollowyou]

[And me! D: I have parents in for a while week and it keep detracting from time for anything.]

"I wonder if I will get used to that here," Edward said, looking over the titles of the books on the table without touching them.