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The last lesson ended minutes earlier and Vincent was more happy than ever to - at the end of the day - finally visit his favourite library.
To take a break from the daytime bustle, being on his own with a soul-pleasing literature about philosophy and only in the company of the mind of his. Where it is possible to dive into the inner world as deep as the heart needed to, without being distracted by professors or unsolicited thoughts about that one particular person who occupied an inappropriately large place in his consciousness on a daily basis.
That one particular person, by the way, met Edgeworth in the library with his figure sitting behind the table, showing himself in glasses to Vincent for the first time while being deeply immersed in reading.
Pure mockery....
The throat gets dry, although it’s hard for Vincent to tear his gaze away.
Pinky locks of the bangs are covering the upper part of the glasses frame, located on the bridge of the nose and freckled cheeks. A leather jacket hangs on the back of the chair - along with the sleeveless turtleneck it no longer covers the relief of the arms’ muscles that are barely shimmering under the skin in moments when the fingers were so tenderly flipping pages of the book.
Edgeworth’s nails dig into the hardcover of the textbook in his own hands.
Even though he expected anything from the yet unfamiliar and unpredictable Blake - seeing him in the library surprisingly put him in a sincere stupor.
The pulse has sped up much more than he would ever like to admit. Was it always so hot in the library?..
The sharp shoulder leaned against a nearby wall. Half-lidded inky eyelashes did not interrupt the continuous gaze in the direction of Victor. The knuckle of the index finger rises to the lips, and Vincent barely restrains himself from biting it in his thoughtful state.
Victor was definitely far from the average standard of beauty, however there was something.... Fascinating in him.
It was impossible not to get drown in the colour of his eyes after looking into them for too long. Charisma, in the meantime, was subjugating countless people, winning them to his side with unnaturally fortunate success. He also didn’t lack the sense of humour as well. Is it legal for one person to combine all these qualities at all?
Edgeworth couldn’t stand cigarettes. However, the slight hoarseness in the warm voice of the freckled man was beckoning to madness.
Especially those quiet sighs that Victor was making during training, too, shaking his head to brush off the sweat-soaked strands of pink hair from his forehead.
Yes, Blake liked to work on himself during breaks from study assignments, although a layer of fat still did not want to leave fully because of the hormonal misbalance that has not yet been fully stabilised.
Vincent’s lungs seem to start running out of air critically.
The hands of the student of economics were making an impression of being rough to many people. However the fingers treated the paper of the book with such affection - a captivating view to look at it forever without interrupting even for a fraction of a second.
The fingertips slide weightlessly along the text, and Vincent was ready to sell his soul so that these damned pages get replaced by his own skin.
So that the painted nails carve out some elegant symbols right on his back with red stripes, so that the nose with a hump - a creation of art - inhales the smell of his neck, while the soft lips cover his shoulder with scorching kisses.
Just so that those same hands slide down his body - naked and vulnerable for them only, gently guiding him to bend forward and helping to lie down onto the library table more comfortably.
The knee would gently spread his legs before his earlobe feels the boiling air of Blake’s breath, then hearing him whisper his name.
-Vincent?
Not the whisper at all pulls the future lawyer out of forbidden dreams, finally making him sense how own ears are already burning with shame.
-Oh, hey there, Vince, nice seeing you here. ..Um, you alright? You’re somewhat....
-Yes! I mean, yes, I.. am perfectly fine. Yes. Simply a non-serious fever because of which I wanted to ask you to find one book for me, but now when I’m already here.... — Vincent was on the verge of not running past Blake and throwing himself out of the open window from the absurdity of the excuse in this awkward moment.
-Yeah, of course, go get some rest, I’ll bring it to you. What’s the title? — he takes his glasses off and gives his roommate the friendliest smile possible.
In response, Vincent hesitates, with difficulty remembering the recent loss.
-.. “Leviathan” by Thomas Hobbes, published in 1651....
Victor’s smile becomes a little wider when he puts his glasses aside and lifts the book that was previously lying in front of him, showing the cover.
-This one?
-Yes, where did you-..?
-You forgot it after the lunch today, and I didn’t have enough time to catch up with you and give it back. Ah, to be able to escape in the crowd so skilfully like you did.. — quiet chuckle falls from his lips.
-Do you mind that I decided to read it to find out what you liked about it? Just thought it wouldn’t be very okay if I went looking for you in each single auditorium where you have lessons.... Didn’t wanna cause you any troubles.
As if against luck - Edgeworth feels his cheeks reddening even more.
-.. Yes, it is alright, you can return it after you finish reading....
-Thank you. Though to be honest.... — the chair moves and Victor rises to his feet, quickly gathering all his things in his arms, however with absolute care picking Vincent’s book up from the table.
-Not exactly my genre of literature, I’d like to get to know it from your perspective. Maybe we could, like, read it together or something. You’re not really talkative, so maybe I’ll learn more about my roommate with the help of books. After all, we’re stuck together for four years.
-If you are actually interested.... — basalt-grayish eyes watch Victor approach until he finally gives the book to Vincent and lays the palm on his shoulder. Just why only Blake’s touches were the only ones that didn’t disgust him..?
-Of course I am! Since you have a fever, you have to give your brain a break from studying. We’ll combine the useful and useful.
-Is it not “pleasant and useful”, actually?..
-I’m hella flattered if you do think my companionship is pleasant. — he lightly pats the shoulder, directing them towards the dorm.
-Speaking of companionship, you won’t believe it, that one fishy fish maniac approached me again somewhat earlier, I’ll tell you everything now....