temptation || ACE

[nixon tatum grey]

He decided that today would be a day in which he could just enjoy what he wanted to do, which was reading a good book. It sounded silly, nerdy even, but he didn't care. He just wanted to do something to make himself happy, and disappearing in the library for a few hours would do just the trick. He had just been observed for the last two days after his recent injection, and he was still feeling rather drained.

His hand passed quickly through the flame that he had created with his lighter, dousing it without having to let go of the wheel that lit it in the first place. Sometimes his mutation was neat. Walking to the library now, it didn't take him very long to get there, and soon enough, he had picked out a random book amongst the shelves and settled into a darker, more quiet corner. Leaning back in his chair, he flipped the book open, starting to read and losing himself from his reality.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

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Ace didn't read. It wasn't a thing in his mind. School hadn't been much of a thing either. It all made sense in the long run for the dancer. Everything worked out in the end and that was all he'd asked for. Well. It had worked out for that time being. This time being was different. Hell, it drove him nuts on a daily basis. They were all mad here, at least. The young man would do to embrace it.

Ace had customers that hung out in the library. Reason enough to go there? Probably. Still, the young man in his strange, floating step and aura that smelled distinctly of pit he looked out of place. It's to his usual corner he resigns to find something in his pockets. Ace appeared to have dropped his lighter somewhere. Oh well. More where that came from. Still, he finds a young man, reading. "Awfully pretty face to be hiding in a dusty old book." At least he wasn't dressed like a hooker today. The greek boy could have had a lucrative business on his hands.

[nixon tatum grey]

Readjusting himself as he sat in the rather hard and uncomfortable chair, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. The old title of the book read simply, "Ivanhoe". It was an old work, but one that he had always enjoyed about a knight and tournaments and interesting things. It was a nice setting to lose himself in to he perfectly honest.

However, he was suddenly pulled from the familiar words of the book by an unfamiliar voice. Furrowing his brow, he looked up quickly, his grey eyes holding only modesty as a compliment was given to him. A blush crept up his face as he realized that the male in front of him was the one who said it. Feeling uncomfortable but intensely flattered, he battled with those conflicting emotions and tried to formulate a response.

"Uh, thanks? I just...I'm not hiding, technically. I like to read." He explained with a small shrug of his shoulders, his eyes sweeping over the male form in front of him, trying to figure out who he was.

[ALEXIUS CASUIS ERDIUS]

Ace's posture is that of a cocky young man. Overconfidence has carried him this far, why would he give it a rest? Hell, what did they care? The young man's face was bright, brilliant. He thought he was brilliant. his breath is even, steady through his nose. His fingers skin across the rack of books before him, a hip cocked. The worn spines are cracked, dry beneath his hands. After a moment he pulls a copy of an old Oscar Wilde novel from the shelf, about knee height. "Hmm... and they said e-readers killed books. Video killed the radio star, after all."