"I haven't," Laurent said. He sat down close by Gansey's side, leaning his
elbows upon the table as he regarded the journals. He inspected each page
with reverent care, not letting himself touch anything but the very edges
of the pages. "I know this place seems like a cage, but to me it is a
wondrous sanctuary. Before... was a prison."
His evident youth and the indication of having spent at least a few years
here was enough to disabuse most of the idea of a literal prison, in
addition to the distinct air of refinement in Laurent's carriage and
behavior. And yet he studied each image, each souvenir, with utter
fascination.
It was all so beautiful, and the eclectic rapture of Gansey's attention was
entrancing. Laurent nibbled at a chocolate and sipped at his tea
distractedly as he pored over the pages, wanting to swallow every drop of
Gansey's adventures.
no subject
"I haven't," Laurent said. He sat down close by Gansey's side, leaning his elbows upon the table as he regarded the journals. He inspected each page with reverent care, not letting himself touch anything but the very edges of the pages. "I know this place seems like a cage, but to me it is a wondrous sanctuary. Before... was a prison."
His evident youth and the indication of having spent at least a few years here was enough to disabuse most of the idea of a literal prison, in addition to the distinct air of refinement in Laurent's carriage and behavior. And yet he studied each image, each souvenir, with utter fascination.
It was all so beautiful, and the eclectic rapture of Gansey's attention was entrancing. Laurent nibbled at a chocolate and sipped at his tea distractedly as he pored over the pages, wanting to swallow every drop of Gansey's adventures.