Anael set his glass of wine down on the nearest piece of furniture, and whispered the poem aloud as he read it, the better to appreciate its melody, ending up perched on the edge of the couch when he was done, and looked up at Alcuin. One of his hands supported the book, and his other fingers were gentle on the page. "It's beautiful. The love, and the playfulness... The images are so clear."
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Date: 2014-10-07 01:44 pm (UTC)