A library is a collection of sources, resources, and services, and the structure in which it is housed; it is organized for use and maintained by a public body, an institution, or a private individual.
The Grand Library have two sections.One for public and other one private.In public library allowed to come everyone.People can not just read books but show their own talents as well.To write poems, paint portraits, write lyrics for song.The library place where you can do whatever you like to do as long as it not bother everyone else within the library.
Just few people allowed to come inside of private library where royals keeping not just books about magic and spells but important documents, portraits, gifts and etc., which not everyone allowed to see or read.Private section guarded my knight all the time.
Walking into the library, i study the room, it is extravagant. i see some pictures on the walls and study them for a moment, and walk over to a bench like shelf and studying the books. Then I start to walk up and down the library, I see the private section and to men guarding it and i get curious but I keep to myself and walk on.
I always keep my appearance upright, and humbled, I'm usually always quit, but always think to myself. Wearing some sort of elegant gown, long and flowing with life, I like to call it. Today I'm wearing a satin silver with black feathers around the rim of my gown. Also wearing satin gloves that go to my elbows with a black feathers around them as well.
It was so silent Xemos could hear the dust float through the musky room he currently occupied. Sun light snuck into the room through heavy old curtains. The book in front of him seemed to get longer the further long he got. He sighed softly while pushing strands of jet black hair from his face.
Getting bored with his reading material he slammed it shut and pushed it across the table. He stood from his seat, making a hushed creaking noise against the old board floors. The stale air in the room was making him sick. Suddenly he missed the ocean. This brought memories of her back. He hadn't seen her in awhile and he didn't notice until now how much it bothered him. He didn't even know where to begin to look. Things were looking a little hopeless. With visible frustration he shoved his hands through his straight hair and released a deep breath. He forced himself not to punch through the table in front of him. Instead he just sat back down.
She'd been gone for so long, tending to things, hiding from her family, running from her problems. She didn't want to be back in the kingdom, honestly. Her brother, Goddess bless him, was driving her insane with his worrying and his attempts at being a parent. One thing about this place she had missed, missed dearly, was Xemos. He'd been her only real friend, and yet, so much more in her mind. She'd flourished in her time away, grown into a lovely young woman with curves and wit. Still, she had the same blue-green eyes and kind smile she'd had when she left, and that was enough to remind people who'd she'd been, and that she didn't take after her mother in anything but looks.
Haunted by her thoughts, she wanders into the Library, unaware that she'd been picking the one scent she craved from the others. Glancing around, she almost goes to hunt through the shelves, and then she sees him. Lips curving up into a timid smile, she moves swiftly until she's standing behind him, her hands flying to cover his eyes.
"Bonjour, monsieur Xemos," she murmurs against his ear, her voice still too sweet and innocent to belong to the spawn of the ice queen.
Suddenly he felt as if he weren't alone but subsided the creeping feeling. The smell and thoughts of the ocean came crashing back to him like a swooning wave. Before he had a chance to process the thoughts, slim fingers were clasped against his golden eyes. A voice a sweet as honey dew broke the heavy silence. A crooked smile crept on his handsome face. Each of his dimples making him all the more angelic looking. Slowly he traced his masculine hands along Elizabeth slender arms,
"None other than the magnificent Ashlynn,"
His baritone voice filled the room charmingly. Then without further greeting he effortlessly pulled her into his laps. It was in no sensual but caring. He held her for several seconds. Inhaling her heavenly scent why he did so,
"The one person I've been looking for,"
A dashing smile crept across her face as he stared up at her. He examined every part of her face in awe. How he had missed those lips as well as their taste. He blinked away, feeling that his gaze may have been uncomfortable,
"How miraculous that you'd wind up here beautiful,"
He cooed in a low voice.
Suddenly finding herself pulled into the male's lap, she snuggled against him without the slightest hesitation, curling her legs so that the skirts of her gown flow around them. It was so easy to pour into his arms as though she'd never left them, welcoming the warmth of his embrace eagerly as she breathes him in. Xemos had been a quick friend, someone she instantly adored and trusted despite the fact that he awoke her inner Succubus and called it to the surface. He'd been kind to her, gently teaching her how to swim and embracing her no matter her heritage. He was the only person to use her middle name, to make her feel as though she was just herself and nothing more or less. And so as he looked over her, her eyes eagerly roamed his face, marveling at how utterly perfect he was. She wondered how she'd ever left him, for never in her life had she felt so happy as she did when he was with her.
"Why miraculous?" she murmurs in that same sweet tone, tilting her head curiously. She was still unaware that her body had led her directly to him, or that they'd both been thinking about the other when she found him. To her, it was pure luck and not the magick of their natures.
Xemos was utterly content in this moment. His hands slid through her hair as they rested their to caress a tuft. It slipped like silk against his touch. She searched his face for something unknown. This have him a better opportunity to drink in her beauty. A small smile, hardly seen passed his lips. Never in his pitiful life would he would foresee this. His genuine care for another. This woman without fully knowing it yet had stolen his heart without the effort. He met her eyes with passion reflecting in his eyes,
"You happen to be the one thing I've been seeking, for quite along time my dear,"
A smile remained on his face but it was very clear he couldn't be more serious. His polite but roaming hands traveled across the pale flesh of her neck. Slowly he caressed her jawline. To say the least it was uncontrollable,
"I guess it fate would bring you along my path,"
He blinked softly. His long lashes set perfectly with his dreamer eyes as he gazed admourously at her. He was surprised he didn't have much to say. He played this moment in his head several times and imagined he'd have more to say. This caught his off guard but honestly he enjoyed it. His words were unable to process the gushing of thoughts that were fueled by her. So he sat admiring, waiting for beautiful sound to pass through her perfect mouth.
"I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I had.. things to tend to, and my brother didn't want to let me out of his sight when we finally returned to the kingdom. He has become overbearingly protective," she murmurs sweetly, the slightest bit of annoyance creeping into her tone as she speaks of Traven. While she adored him, he was getting on her nerves with his constant worry and his insistence that she take a guard everywhere and return to the Ice Kingdom before nightfall. She was a vampire princess, and she intended to act like one, not to hide away like some terrified child who couldn't find her way in the world without her mother's terrifying presence acting as a guiding light.
Not minding that they were in full view of anyone curious or that she had a reputation to maintain, she snuggles closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder so that she can nuzzle against the curve of his neck, her warm breath fanning along his skin as she breathes in his familiar scent. They hadn't spent enough time together for his lap to feel like home, and yet she was more than comfortable here, as though it was the most natural place in the world for her to be.
"Then fate is kind," she adds absently, her lips quirking upwards into a smile as she places the lightest of kisses against his throat.
A golden mist ventured across the towns cobbled streets the air alive and electric with a brilliant storm of Golden Motes of dust, the golden lights danced chaotically across the streets to and then underneath the entrance to The Grand Library. There was a brilliant flash of Sun Kissed Golden Light as the light faded Vasher's lithe form took shape.
The fading glow receded up into his eyes until the soft golden glow was trapped brilliantly within Vasher's golden orbs. His presence radiating a peaceful aura, his smile warm and gentle yet strong. Vasher's hair was slicked back and sleek.
Vasher's golden stare danced along the tomes, and ancient text. He spotted a pair in midst of a conversation his smile polite and warm, as he passed with a nod. Vasher moved at a confident languid relaxed pace, as if at complete ease with himself and the world about him.
Vasher seemed to glide with across the floor with an ease that was almost impossible, he was heading towards one of the oldest sections of the library, where he loved to browse for hours over books of ancient lore, spells, and secrets. All one had to do was look. A his smile sharpened into a clever smirk at the thought as Vasher continued towards his destination.
It felt like an eternity since Hannah stepped foot into this building. Or anywhere else in that matter. The realization startled her almost. Clasping her hands together firmly against her chest was the usual mannerisms she possesed, a sign of her shyness and a way to conceal herself from being exposed. After spending winter in deep slumber she needed to venture outside of her small little cottege home by the forest. It was the early hours of April morning and it was shrouded in mist and rain. Her copper hair half drenched, her lime green, white and gold gown ruined. She shivered slightly, hoping there would be a fire nearby.
When she eventually saw a massive fireplace near a table with chairs, she strolled over to a chair and slumped on it, pulling her body and chair closer to the fire. She sighed rubbing her hands together and gently pushed them against the warmth without getting them so close to burn them. It reminded her that she needed more wood for her small fire back home, in her quaint little cottege house she found totally abandoned. She was a lonely vampire, at this point in time she prefered it that way. Only time will tell if she does form a bond with someone of her kind.
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It was so silent Xemos could hear the dust float through the musky room he currently occupied. Sun light snuck into the room through heavy old curtains. The book in front of him seemed to get longer the further long he got. He sighed softly while pushing strands of jet black hair from his face.
A golden mist ventured across the towns cobbled streets the air alive and electric with a brilliant storm of Golden Motes of dust, the golden lights danced chaotically across the streets to and then underneath the entrance to The Grand Library. There was a brilliant flash of Sun Kissed Golden Light as the light faded Vasher's lithe form took shape. 
