Post by NATHANIEL OXFORD HOWL on Sept 16, 2010 23:44:09 GMT -5
He was talking to himself again. It was a certain method he used to remain organized, listing verbally. Howl was comforted by it. A new shipment had just arrived and already he had the boxes strewn across the plush carpet of his shop, and he stood observing them as he told himself the order in which he needed to proceed. After a moment more, he knelt and reached into the first case, pulling from it a shiny new text. It was the first book of a popular new series that he was adding after much inquiry from humans, ironically enough a story about some rather strange sort of vampires that sparkled in the sunlight. Howl hardly thought sparkling was a fair description of burning alive, but he wouldn't judge. Each author deserved to have their own fantasy worlds, after all. He flipped the cover and buried his nose in the pages, inhaling deeply the scent of fresh print, smiling contentedly and tucking it against its new neighbors on the shelf. He noted with some personal amusement that when placed in alphabetical order, the four books in the series were backwards- too bad, really, for that was how they would be staying.
After more digging and placing, he eventually found something he'd been anticipating for quite some time -a new edition of Pride and Prejudice. Upon pulling it from the box, he stroked the cover affectionately and then darted over to his desk where a worn copy of the same book had sat, awaiting its newer sibling. Opening the front cover, he grinned like a child on Christmas morning at the sample of her hand-writing that had been included. "Jane, you talented girl....clever girl..." He murmered these words over the text, tracing it with his fingers, before flipping through the pages and muttering more to himself as his fingers picked up the memory of a woman who had skimmed the novel before slipping it into his box. "You were an Elizabeth, too, weren't you? You know, I-"
His imaginary conversation was interrupted by a loud thump and a curse, one that he recognized before he looked up and realized he'd placed a box right in front of the staircase that lead to the attic. One Diana Ambrose had apparently ventured into their conjoined space and come down to visit, and attacked an unsuspecting box on her way with those glorious victorian boots. Howl laughed, although not too loudly so as not to get cuffed on the ears (playfully or not, she hit quite hard for a lady), and set his book down, spinning on his chair and instantly zoning in on her cleavage, then the silver bird charm on her neck as his eyes darted in sudden anxiety to something other than her attractive physical assets. Finding her eyes, he spoke quickly and nervously through a small smile, recognizing his unmistakeable habit and happy that Diana understood him well enough not to merely stare at him and then leave an awkward moment behind. "Diana! Did you know that birds are suspected to be distant descendents of velociraptors due to the fact that the two share a particular bone that other animals have never developed?"
Random factoid of the day -the first, anyway. Shit. Howl face-palmed and peered at her from his fingers before running his hand through his hair sheepishly at her raised brow. "You surprised me. And I'm sorry about the box." He gestured haphazardly, shrugging with a fond smile. "I got my new shipment in, I've been rifling through it." As if to show her proof, Howl held up his new prize, the novel he'd been talking to. "Jane's at it again! It has a sample of her hand-writing!" His toes practically curled just thinking about it.
After more digging and placing, he eventually found something he'd been anticipating for quite some time -a new edition of Pride and Prejudice. Upon pulling it from the box, he stroked the cover affectionately and then darted over to his desk where a worn copy of the same book had sat, awaiting its newer sibling. Opening the front cover, he grinned like a child on Christmas morning at the sample of her hand-writing that had been included. "Jane, you talented girl....clever girl..." He murmered these words over the text, tracing it with his fingers, before flipping through the pages and muttering more to himself as his fingers picked up the memory of a woman who had skimmed the novel before slipping it into his box. "You were an Elizabeth, too, weren't you? You know, I-"
His imaginary conversation was interrupted by a loud thump and a curse, one that he recognized before he looked up and realized he'd placed a box right in front of the staircase that lead to the attic. One Diana Ambrose had apparently ventured into their conjoined space and come down to visit, and attacked an unsuspecting box on her way with those glorious victorian boots. Howl laughed, although not too loudly so as not to get cuffed on the ears (playfully or not, she hit quite hard for a lady), and set his book down, spinning on his chair and instantly zoning in on her cleavage, then the silver bird charm on her neck as his eyes darted in sudden anxiety to something other than her attractive physical assets. Finding her eyes, he spoke quickly and nervously through a small smile, recognizing his unmistakeable habit and happy that Diana understood him well enough not to merely stare at him and then leave an awkward moment behind. "Diana! Did you know that birds are suspected to be distant descendents of velociraptors due to the fact that the two share a particular bone that other animals have never developed?"
Random factoid of the day -the first, anyway. Shit. Howl face-palmed and peered at her from his fingers before running his hand through his hair sheepishly at her raised brow. "You surprised me. And I'm sorry about the box." He gestured haphazardly, shrugging with a fond smile. "I got my new shipment in, I've been rifling through it." As if to show her proof, Howl held up his new prize, the novel he'd been talking to. "Jane's at it again! It has a sample of her hand-writing!" His toes practically curled just thinking about it.
