[CLOSED] Volumes of forgotten lore.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Sebastian walked into the unfamiliar store, smiling at the girl behind the counter. "Bonjour." He said, his accent as thick as ever. He saw a blush creep across her cheeks and his smile broadened. 'People around here think I'm awfully cute.' He thought, wandering over to one of the shelves. He pulled out a paper from his pocket, scanning over the list of books his professor had told him to get.

'Brush up on English Literature' his teacher had told him. Little did the man know, he knew most of the books on this list by the back of his hand. And he knew the back of his hand pretty darn well. He pulled 'Oliver Twist' off the shelf, flipping it open and reading one of the familiar passages when he heard the door open. He looked up to the face he had seen the night before, and a smile played on his lips.

"Bonjour, beau." He said with a smile, his grey eyes scanning the boy. "Your morning was well, yes?"

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole had headphones in, had planned to lounge somewhere in the familiar silence. A vaguely familiar face hooked his attention and he paused his music just as Sebastian spoke.

Nodding some, he grew a bit self conscious and shifty, knew he needed to talk to Baz. He'd texted him, but that was the onky extent of it. "Have you?" He murmured, green, blown-flecked eyes peering shyly up as he flicked his hair aside some, fixing the scarf around his neck and the small travel backpack over his shoulders.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Sebastian smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "It was good enough." He said quietly, scanning the book again. He tucked it under his arm, scanning the list again. He picked up another book, reading it quietly to himself. His morning was fine, but his night had been restless. He had another dream about the room, smelling of ink and alcohol. He hadn't gotten much sleep after waking up in a cold sweat, feeling like he was hungover and had gone completely mad.

"It's nice to see you though. I imagine I'll be doing much of the talking." He said, tucking that book under his arm before walking over to another shelf, plucking one of the books off of it with a graceful hand.

"I apologize, if I was forward." He tipped his head to the side, getting his hair out of his eyes so they could look at the boy. "It wasn't my intention to frighten you.."

[cole manaj gryffon]

"It's fine," Cole huffed, watching him pick out books, trailing after him quietly. He had told himself he wouldn't talk to anyone else after August, but....it couldn't hurt to try with this guy too...right?

He didn't know what had gotten into him.. "I could talk if I wanna." Fingertips trailed over the spines of the books curiously. He had read plenty since the accident. Things to get his mind off the shock of the incident. He still suffered from nightmares. Post traumatic stress they said.

[sebastian marque manneville]

He looked up from his book, smiling at him. "Could you? Because you have a nice voice. Something about you seems untouched." He looked back down at his book, scanning the words on the page before tucking it also under his arm. He pulled the books out, looking down at the spines before holding them against his hip.

"There's a reason you don't talk? Or you're just one of those types who doesn't have much to say about anything at all?" He asked gently, trying not to pry. "No need to go into detail. I know I wouldn't want to tell my history to a-.." He saw how close they were and took a slight step back. "-a complete and utter stranger. Pardon me. These shelves are.. close."

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole shrugged at the first comment, stared down at the floor a moment. "Both.." He mumbled. "Used to have stuff to say..just, not after the accident."

He glanced up at Sebastian turned, swallowing, and offered his shy smile. "It's okay.." He looked over the books the other teen held, nodded at one of them. "I've read that.."

Shifting foot to foot he looked around some more, shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Sebastian smiled. "I should hope so. It's so well written, anyone who hasn't is missing out." He walked over to the register and the still blushing girl.

"Good morning." He said to her with a smile, and she quickly rang him up. He handed her the money and told her to keep the change, then grabbed his books, tucking them into his messanger bag. He slung it over his shoulder, then walked out, holding the door open for Cole. He pulled his jacket tighter around him at the harsh winds.

"I'm craving a latte right now. What about you? You could go for some coffee, maybe a doughnut? It's a shame, we can't find any beignets around here. Those things are addictive. You've had them?" He looked over at him with a smile.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole followed him out the door, murmuring a thanks as the door when it was held open. "Coffee sounds good," He admitted, a little more open now that August had first loosened him up.

"I don't think so." He shook his head, hair falling right back into place with the way it was cut as they approached the local coffee shop, drawing in the familiar smell, the sound of a soft guitar.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Sebastian walked up to the counter, ordering a latte. He pulled out his wallet, paying for his and Cole's coffee before walking over to a seat. He pulled out his notebook, flipping past the pages of useless words, the pages torn and tattered. He pulled out the letter his father had sent him, tucking it into the book before putting it back away. He pulled out another notebook, flipping it open. He chewed on his lip, reading over what he had wrote the night before. He pulled his pencil from his bag, starting to jot down the rest of his essay, his hair falling into his face.

"So.." He said quietly, still writing. "You've-" 'And we loved with a love..' "-been here all your life?" He asked, looking up with cloudy grey eyes.

[cole manaj gryffon]

Cole sat across from him, coffee held in his hands as he took a sip, glanced at the familiar figure of Rex sitting against a wall.

He looked back at Sebastian, admiring him while he wrote. He glanced sharply at the table so he wouldn't be caught, nodded. "Yeah..grew up in the same house, the six of us."

He wondered if Baz was human or not. He had known what August was, could only wonder. Further explanation was their father's clan, but he wasn't sure if he should explain that.