A young man, who would someday become Dandy, but for the moment was known as Peregrine, sighed, tapping his fountain pen against the page. The lid was firmly in place, ensuring he didn't send a nice splattering of ink across the words. That would be all he needed right now.
"This is the air; that is the glorious sun/This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t/And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus/Yet ’tis not madness," he murmured to himself, quietly so as not to disturb anyone else studying in the library, eyes closed. A brief pause, before he continued, "Where’s Antonio, then?/I could not find him at the Elephant/Yet there he was; and there I found this credit/That he did range the town to seek me out."
He opened his eyes again, reading the next lines, and pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so. It isn't Shakespeare who vexed the young viscount - quite the contrary, in fact; Peregrine had often found that memorisation and recitation did wonders to ease his frustrations. As per usual, the source of said frustrations was his father, and his latest plans for Peregrine's future. If he thought about it too deeply, his irritation would rise up again. Perhaps he should go for a run later; that might help, too. Running usually made him feel better.
"His counsel now might do me golden service," he continued. "For though my soul disputes well with my sense/That this may be some error, but no madness..."
"This is the air; that is the glorious sun/This pearl she gave me, I do feel’t and see’t/And though ’tis wonder that enwraps me thus/Yet ’tis not madness," he murmured to himself, quietly so as not to disturb anyone else studying in the library, eyes closed. A brief pause, before he continued, "Where’s Antonio, then?/I could not find him at the Elephant/Yet there he was; and there I found this credit/That he did range the town to seek me out."
He opened his eyes again, reading the next lines, and pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so. It isn't Shakespeare who vexed the young viscount - quite the contrary, in fact; Peregrine had often found that memorisation and recitation did wonders to ease his frustrations. As per usual, the source of said frustrations was his father, and his latest plans for Peregrine's future. If he thought about it too deeply, his irritation would rise up again. Perhaps he should go for a run later; that might help, too. Running usually made him feel better.
"His counsel now might do me golden service," he continued. "For though my soul disputes well with my sense/That this may be some error, but no madness..."
Gabriel was into his own reading session, reading what appeared to be something by Edgar Allen Poe, and honestly, most people that would see him reading it would probably not be surprised by it. He didn't verbally word what he was reading out, but he mouthed it.
He had read this poem multiple times and loved it, The Raven.
Gabriel however, usually had bad dreams that night after reading them, possibly because of the omnious, dark theme of it, but he continued to read it once or twice a month anyway. As he got ready to close the book, he accidentally knocked over his jar of ink and fountain pen, which proceeded to spill all over the table. He quickly got out of his chair, the chair making a nerve-wracking squeal against the hard-floor, and he picked up the jar before it could spill too much more of the ink.
He grabbed his fountain pen, now covered in ink, and not as a fountain pen should have ink, and he sighed. If someone was close enough, they could hear him mutter a swear word before placing the pen back into the jar and struggling to figure out how to clean up the mess..
He had read this poem multiple times and loved it, The Raven.
Gabriel however, usually had bad dreams that night after reading them, possibly because of the omnious, dark theme of it, but he continued to read it once or twice a month anyway. As he got ready to close the book, he accidentally knocked over his jar of ink and fountain pen, which proceeded to spill all over the table. He quickly got out of his chair, the chair making a nerve-wracking squeal against the hard-floor, and he picked up the jar before it could spill too much more of the ink.
He grabbed his fountain pen, now covered in ink, and not as a fountain pen should have ink, and he sighed. If someone was close enough, they could hear him mutter a swear word before placing the pen back into the jar and struggling to figure out how to clean up the mess..
Lambert strutted into the library, perfect timing as usual. Do note the sarcasm there.
"Good evening, everyone!" He announced, quite loudly to the point that the librarian looked at him with a glare. Lambert noticed and cleared his throat, "Sorry for the, haha, loudness." He lowered his voice.
Lambert scanned the room, trying to find something interesting to get into. Peregrine was busy reading, but Gabriel seemed to not be reading. "Gabby! What happened here?" He walked over to see the inky mess that was all over the table. "The librarian is going to be so mad at you, you'll be lucky you won't get a ruler to the hands for this." Lambert brought his hand to his mouth in a dramatic gasp.
"Good evening, everyone!" He announced, quite loudly to the point that the librarian looked at him with a glare. Lambert noticed and cleared his throat, "Sorry for the, haha, loudness." He lowered his voice.
Lambert scanned the room, trying to find something interesting to get into. Peregrine was busy reading, but Gabriel seemed to not be reading. "Gabby! What happened here?" He walked over to see the inky mess that was all over the table. "The librarian is going to be so mad at you, you'll be lucky you won't get a ruler to the hands for this." Lambert brought his hand to his mouth in a dramatic gasp.
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December 2 2023
12:47pm
Looking up at the sound of Lambert's greeting, Peregrine was alerted to the fiasco Gabriel was currently experiencing. Closing his own book and slipping his pen into the interior pocket of his jacket, he rose to his feet, striding over with a sharp - but quiet, in respectful deference to the hush of the library - click of his heels across the floor. As he walked, he absentmindedly adjusted his tie to correct it from nearly perfect to flawlessly positioned.
"Ah, this is... rather less than ideal," he mused, once he drew close enough to speak with them. His lips quirked with amusement at Lambert's dramatics, but he remained calm and collected. From his pocket, he produced his handkerchief, embroidered with his initials, offering it to Gabriel. "Here, soak up the worst of it with this. Perhaps clean your pen first of all, for I fear it shall do little against the tides of the greater spillage. And then, we might acquire some rags...? There is a cleaning store cupboard nearby."
He placed a hand upon Gabriel's shoulder, doing his best to reassure. "It is hardly the first time ink has been spilled in these halls, my friend, and I imagine it shall not be the last. Such are the perils of a school."
"Ah, this is... rather less than ideal," he mused, once he drew close enough to speak with them. His lips quirked with amusement at Lambert's dramatics, but he remained calm and collected. From his pocket, he produced his handkerchief, embroidered with his initials, offering it to Gabriel. "Here, soak up the worst of it with this. Perhaps clean your pen first of all, for I fear it shall do little against the tides of the greater spillage. And then, we might acquire some rags...? There is a cleaning store cupboard nearby."
He placed a hand upon Gabriel's shoulder, doing his best to reassure. "It is hardly the first time ink has been spilled in these halls, my friend, and I imagine it shall not be the last. Such are the perils of a school."
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))Gabriel looked at Peregrine, then slowly grabbed the handkerchief. "..Thank you." He said with a quiet voice.
"Lambert, could you see if there are any rags in the cupboard for me?" Gabriel said, "That way you might be of some use." He spat. Gabriel was known to be pretty hard on Lambert, and often got second-hand embarrassment from the (also) Blu Student.
Gabriel felt Peregrine's hand on his shoulder and flinched, but didn't move or react badly to it, because he had just been a little startled, that was all. "I just can't believe I allowed myself to do such a thing though." He furrowed his brow, wiping up what ink he could with the handkerchief.
Lambert furrowed his brow, "Might be of some-"
"Rude! I am of use!" Lambert rolled his eyes, "But of course, I'll look." Lambert walked off to go find any.
"I am of use!" He muttered to himself as he walked across the library, being dramatic about it, as usual.
"Rude! I am of use!" Lambert rolled his eyes, "But of course, I'll look." Lambert walked off to go find any.
"I am of use!" He muttered to himself as he walked across the library, being dramatic about it, as usual.
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"You are of great use," Peregrine assured Lambert. From another, it might have sounded amused, perhaps even patronising, but from Peregrine, it merely sounded completely and utterly sincere. He meant every word of it. There was nobody without use, in his mind, and Lambert was certainly no exception.
He felt the way Gabriel had flinched under his touch, but hadn't pulled away. He squeezed his shoulder gently and removed his hand. "It was an accident. A mere slip. It could have happened to anyone. I have most certainly spilled my own fair share of ink across pages." He glanced after Lambert, musing upon Gabriel's harshness towards him. Was such a challenge truly so necessary? Was it any of Peregrine's business? He decided that, for the moment, it was not - there was a more immediate problem to solve, in the form of the spilled ink, and reassuring Gabriel.
"You are of great use," Peregrine assured Lambert. From another, it might have sounded amused, perhaps even patronising, but from Peregrine, it merely sounded completely and utterly sincere. He meant every word of it. There was nobody without use, in his mind, and Lambert was certainly no exception.
He felt the way Gabriel had flinched under his touch, but hadn't pulled away. He squeezed his shoulder gently and removed his hand. "It was an accident. A mere slip. It could have happened to anyone. I have most certainly spilled my own fair share of ink across pages." He glanced after Lambert, musing upon Gabriel's harshness towards him. Was such a challenge truly so necessary? Was it any of Peregrine's business? He decided that, for the moment, it was not - there was a more immediate problem to solve, in the form of the spilled ink, and reassuring Gabriel.
Gabriel crossed his arms. He didn't say anything referring to whether Lambert was of great use or not.
"I am pretty sure the librarian is going to slap my palms with a ruler when he finds out I soiled one of the books with ink, I'm afraid." Gabriel sighed, "At least it wasn't a study book, but at the same time, I almost wish it had been."
"I am pretty sure the librarian is going to slap my palms with a ruler when he finds out I soiled one of the books with ink, I'm afraid." Gabriel sighed, "At least it wasn't a study book, but at the same time, I almost wish it had been."
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