An epic re-introduction

[freyborg_fenix]

He has been writing -- an epic poem, a saga, something incredibly ambitious and lengthy and, well, time-consuming. It's been a while since he's seen the light of day. It's been a longer while since he's seen any other person, either

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[moderatelymad]

Florian laughs. "I wondered what was keeping you. I see I needn't have."

[freyborg_fenix]

"Care to read it, Florian?" Stock grins. "It's my masterwork. It's the best thing I've ever written, I'm telling you-- it's marvelous, if I do say so myself!"

[moderatelymad]

"I'm sure you do," amused. "Let's have it, then."

[freyborg_fenix]

He hands it over with just a second's hesitation-- the pause a mother might have before giving her firstborn infant into another's arms. "It's, well, it does maybe need a little editing," he admits, "and to be re-written, it's, well, maybe a bit messy..."

Typist: And also completely nonexistent. Make it up. XD

[russet_goddess]

She tenses, doesn't speak. But it's so good to see him again, someone who's always the same, damn him. Then she smiles, a thin, tight smile; puts her hands on her hips. "What's that rubbish, then?"

[freyborg_fenix]

"No rubbish at all, my ruffle-feathered friend," he beams at her - any difference, any change, in Zara, if noticed by Stock, is still ignored. "It's a masterpiece! The pinnacle of my career as a poet! The height of my artistic -- artistic -- ... oh, yes, artistic potential!"

[russet_goddess]

"Wrote another foolish poem, then, did you?"

[freyborg_fenix]

Stock laughs, too used to Zara to mind. "As it happens, yes, I did. I suppose you wouldn't care to read it, or have it recited to you in some grand old style, hmm?"

[derothling]

"I'm surprised you don't have cobwebs on your clothes." Theo grins and waves. "You look pleased with yourself."