chapter 35
KHYRIX I had never purposefully woken by 4 am in the morning to purposefully come to the library where books lives. It smells like old paper and decaying leather. And, i dont know whose bright idea it was to put herbarium in here but dang. I leaned against the bookshelf, my eyes traacking Avelora as she dragged her finger through the spine of dozens of old books, I grimaced. The dust on those things were ancient. I need to remember to ask one of the cleaning staff to clean this, We were going to be spending so much time here I don't want her catching something. Maybe I should just get rid of all her clothes, she looked better in mine anyways. A soft, oversized black sweater that swallowed her frame and a pair of dark trousers. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, a few loose st
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