{✏️}: “It’s really no trouble at all.” Elliott assured with a smile, shifting the books comfortably in his arms. He was no stranger to checking out a few too many of the things, himself. The local libraries couldn’t stock new books fast enough for the man during his time in the city.

The poor doctor’s shamefaced explanations managed to tug a laugh from deep within the writer’s chest, genuine and far from hostile, “No need for promises, doctor. I’m surprised that most of our library’s books are not currently occupying my cabin.”

As Elliott walked briskly alongside the other, he couldn’t help but snoop a little through the stack of tomes in his arms. A curious brow quirked.

“Your taste in literature is unexpected, if I may say so.” he chuckled once more, “I’ve read quite a few of these titles, myself.”

    Elliott’s laughter is contagious, and Harvey found himself chuckling a little.  “ Oh thank goodness!  I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoys the genre.  Is it true that there’s a particular formula for the romance novels? “

He’d heard someone grumbling years ago about how every one of these paper-backed stories followed the same structure: first kiss, first erotic scene – they all had to happen in a certain number of pages, or readers would supposedly get bored.  While Harvey had seen a few of these, it thankfully wasn’t too many to turn him away from his little guilty pleasure.  It was nice to find new twists in the typical narrative, anyways.

As a writer, Elliott was no stranger to those who treated the art as they may any other job; follow the guidelines set to produce a consumable product in a convenient amount of time. He believed, however, that good literature could not be rushed or broken down into such a restrictive formula. Just as any artist, an author needed space to breathe, to tend to their masterpiece until it bloomed. Hard work takes time, and art is hard work.

“This one, without question.” slipping one of the books out from under the small pile in his arms, Elliott lovingly turned it over in order to skim the synopsis, “I found it incredibly difficult to put this one down. I believe I finished it the day I brought it home, if I recall correctly.”

@pocketcrab

{{⚡️}}: “Well... something like that.” The reply was a bit cryptic, but the pale, scrawny, rather tall young woman said it with a smile. She paused, before meeting the handshake with one of her own.

“Ophelia. I did just get here. But I don’t exactly live here. Not in the permanent sense. I kinda move around a lot.”

Breaking their contact, the writer folded his hands neatly behind his back, “Ah, a wanderer! A burning passion for adventure, or perhaps simply not ready for sedimentary life? I can respect that.”

Turning once more towards the vast open sea, he took in a slow breath, letting it out in another deep sigh. He wondered what life may have been like, had he settled elsewhere, had he wandered.

LATE NIGHT WANDERINGS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @poppyplanted )

{✏️}: A chill ran down the writer’s spine, despite the warm evening air that surrounded them both. Elliott hadn’t really been expecting to run into anyone out so late, at least not out here, in the midst of the forest’s trees. Near the Stardrop Saloon, he supposed, a few stragglers may still be milling about on their way back home, but not here. 

“You can call me Quinn. What are you doing out so late?” They noticed the nervousness, the strange unease that came to meeting someone unknown in the woods, though they did not place that perhaps, it was due to their own nature. Sitting cross-legged on a fallen tree with naught but the moon and a few, delicately bobbing witchlights behind them, slowly fading as they realized that he probably wasn’t meant to see them. IThe dim light illuminated the points of their ears, the glint of a blade tucked into their belt - just in case. 

“Quinn.” the writer repeated the name aloud, as if testing it out for himself, “It... is certainly a pleasure. My name is Elliott.” with that, he offered a— only slightly hesitant— hand to the other.

soft n caring ( @pocketcrab )

    “ Oh, it’s really okay – “

Harvey’s words were interrupted with a fumble as Elliott took half the stack of books from his arms.  The trip to the library had been…successful, to say the least.  He’d gone in initially to donate some old titles from his collection that he didn’t need nowadays, and had come back with a few more that he didn’t need.  Was it even possible to finish this much in two weeks?  That was what the renew option was for, Harvey supposed.

“ I promise I don’t usually check out this many books at once, “ Harvey said.  “ It’s possible that I got…overzealous, heh.  In my defense, I’ve wanted to read most of these for ages! “

Actually, he went rather romance novel-crazy.  Walking into the clinic, Harvey finally noticed exactly how many he’d checked out.  Don’t acknowledge it, don’t acknowledge it—

The poor doctor’s shamefaced explanations managed to tug a laugh from deep within the writer’s chest, genuine and far from hostile, “No need for promises, doctor. I’m surprised that most of our library’s books are not currently occupying my cabin.” 

As Elliott walked briskly alongside the other, he couldn’t help but snoop a little through the stack of tomes in his arms. A curious brow quirked.

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

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