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[whitechapelred]

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[He locks the front door and takes Connor's hand, leading him upstairs. His room is small and neat with a large bed, a writing desk and an overflowing bookcase.] It's not much but... you're always welcome here. In my bed and my heart.

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[archer_in_green]

"It is your home and sanctuary. I'm glad to be welcomed here." He runs his hands over the spines of some of the books. "You like to read?"

[whitechapelred]

I didn't use to. Reading what something I came to later in life than most but something I fell in love with. Each one is a journey of it's own to lands both so far away and yet no further than the page. [He stands behind Connor, kissing his neck as he wraps an arm around Connor's waist.]

[archer_in_green]

He leans back, resting his head on Jack's shoulder. "Our people don't write stories, so much as songs and even then they are rarely written down but passed from voice to voice, changing in the singing. The Sun King is fond of the written word, he has many books in his palace. I have read but a few, though."

[whitechapelred]

I'd love to hear your songs sometime, if it isn't sacrilegious for a human to hear them. [He kisses over Connor's neck and up to nibble his ear softly.]