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Shakespeare
 Posted: Nov 30, 2017 | 1:26 pm
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Will had been freed from his literary prison. For the average person to spend such a long time forced to have only parchment for a companion it would seem torture to return to of all places the library. Will however was no average person and more importantly his curiosity of this world beckoned him on far more than any personal animosity he might have had. Deep inside he knew it wasn't the books fault but rather the fault of the muses that he'd been trapped. Those ladies certainly did get their chemise in a bunch over things. Come to think of it he wondered if they might be trying to locate him here at some juncture. Oh well, he would see them again if it was to be and there was no sense worrying about it right now.

For now there was the little matter of knowledge, this world was different from England so long ago. The bard of Avon walked with purpose through the halls of the library. So many parchments collected in one place, some with titles that brought to life the imagination and other titles far less whimsical. A quick glance made him realize that books seemed to be in alphabetical order, yet that wasn't all of them. No it seemed they were divided by a genre or topic and then into alphabetical order. He was going to be here a while but there was no time like the present.

Reaching out he took one of the books from the shelf and began to read over the pages that lay inside. Will was soon thumbing through it rather quickly as he advanced through the rather simple plot. The story had no flow it seemed and by that there was no there was no poetic styling or natural rhythm. It didn't seem to be written in iambic pentameter. All the books seemed to be written in their own ways with assorted authors using their own personal word patterns and with stories that ranged from the creative, to the mediocre, to the down right sleep inducing style of plots.

Will was a bit torn over what he should read next. He was curious of the worlds history, then again the biographies might be entertaining and yet they seemed no where near as entertaining as the fictitious writings in another area. Well he'd just be reading for a while it would seem.
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 Posted: Dec 3, 2017 | 7:32 pm
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It was rare for Raven not to be busy with some task but in those rare moments that she had Raven preferred to read. It was a good way to pass the time in Storybrooke and she found that she quiet enjoyed it. Deciding on a course of action she put her blonde hair up in an elegant chignon and added a touch of lip gloss Her teal colored blouse and black slacks and boots lended a certain elegance to her look as she stepped out of her room and grabbed up her keys to drive to the library after locking her home.

Walking into the library she found that it was practically empty save for one other person and the automated checkout that was ever present in modern library branches. As she perused the stacks she noticed the young man in the corner who looked totally bored. Glancing about she smiled and made her way to the fiction section and going straight to where her preferred genre was. Classics.

Now it was all about finding something that would entertain and enlighten her. She found what she was looking for quickly enough once her mind settled itself and was soon passing by the young man once more with an armload of 25 books. Politely she smiled at him, her dark blue eyes friendly as she meant to walk past but there was an unexpected dip in the carpet that she caught with her foot.

Books went flying in front of her as she caught herself and she began to pick them up. One landed in front of the young man and she blushed slightly as she bent to pick it up. “I’m sorry, I’m not normally so clumsy.” She said as she picked up The Complete Works of William Shakespeare and added it back to her stack of books. She had a wide range. Everything from Louisa May Alcott to Dickens and even some Edgar Allen Poe. Still blushing she rose and offered her hand, “My name is Raven. It’s a pleasure to meet you although I do wish it were under better circumstances.” She chuckled.

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 Posted: Dec 10, 2017 | 8:15 pm
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Will had been reaching around the assorted books, allowing his gut instinct to guide him to picking from reading section to reading section. From there he would then bounce from book to book. It was certainly quiet here and while Will preferred silence to write, it wasn't as -fun- as sound. Sound meant life and activity and Will loved activity. Being out of the folio meant that now he was eager to get back to living. The laughter of audiences, the taste of good food, the music, the women. Oh he hadn't had a good female companion in those hundred years.

The last women he had seen were the muses. Those beauties that had given him gift and yet rebuked him. It didn't put Will off though. In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life. The Muses in their rage had been spiteful but they had been beauties. He picked up another book and held it in his right hand, letting his eyes move over the cover. The Road to Avalon. Well that seemed rather interesting. His hands pushed the book open to about a third of the way through. He had found that the beginnings of most of the books had been boring so he often was skipping ahead to see if the stories got more interesting as the plot wore on.

One thing had caught his attention and that was there was one other person dancing about the room. A woman with spun gold for hair, a shine to her lips that made them all the more kissable, and rather than a skirt she appeared to be wearing the pants of a man. Well to each their own he supposed. As she flitted around more fairy like than human she was gathering up a literal arm load of books. He had possibly skimmed about half the value in his time standing but he hadn't tried to carry them all at once.

His eyes slipped to the side when she was passing particularly close and made eye contact with her. How he had been missing female company and now it was here. The twos eyes met before she dipped and went sprawling to the floor. He was almost inspired to laugh at the break in the flirtatious atmosphere but he felt she might think he was laughing at her instead of at the situation. He then heard her begin to apologize for the display. He took only half a second to put the book he had been holding back to its designated slot before kneeling down and starting to help in gathering up the veritable tower of books she had picked and now went to the floor. Her name was Raven? An interesting choice of name for a woman.

"There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow." He said to her with a garish smile. His hands gathering the books as he spoke his name in return "William Shakespeare." It just so happened that as he was saying his name that his eyes stopped at the top most book of her pile. It was enough to make him keep speaking as if he were reading off the title with a small beat after the name. "The Complete Works" He blinked again as he opened the book, almost temporarily forgetting the woman before him. "All the Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poetry..."



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 Posted: Dec 23, 2017 | 1:53 am
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Raven smiled at the gentleman before her, “Indeed there are some that would say I am a sparrow for all that its not my name.” she chuckled at the thought considering what the rest of the court thought of her, if they thought of her. This thought was quickly brushed aside as she made sure that she had stable footing now. Thank goodness she hadn’t broken the heel of her boot or sprained her ankle. A little bruised dignity was something one could easily ignore. She was glad to see the gentleman wasn’t laughing at her. That meant he was sympathetic and kind which was a rarity where he came from.

The gentleman before her was charming and handsome and if her heart had not already been given to Mordred she would have enjoyed the flirtation. As it was all she could do was give him the distant smile of a woman who appreciated the kindness, but was not interested in pursuing anything more.

He still had not given his name to her and he seemed transfixed by the book she had dropped. “Have you never read any of his works? They are exquisite. His grasp of the human condition was extraordinary.” She blushed and folded her hands, “Ah listen to me, babbling on like a missish literature professor.” She waved her hand, “Check the book out. There is another copy right over there.” She said as she set the books on a table and got up to get herself another copy.

Never let it be said that Raven prevented education of any sort. She was just glad that for once it wasn’t a groaning high schooler checking out the book and rolling their eyes. Placing the second copy on top of her book stack she smiled and waited for what the interesting gentleman had to say, her blue eyes curious as she stacked the books she had by size.

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 Posted: Jan 4, 2018 | 3:07 am
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Will found it cute that the girl hadn't quite captured his reference. But it was an easy enough fix as his fingers found themselves moving across the slightly embossed cover to the book that had found its way into his possession. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." He recounted as he opened the book and began to look over the table of contents. It certainly did seem to all be there. The amazement that people now had such an unrestricted access to printed font, it was lots easier than those poor people who had to print everything by hand. Even after they invented the press it seemed to take forever to get something recreated.

As her words caught his ear he finally lifted his head to look at her with his eyes being able to peel away form the bound book of his works. She didn't know who he was? Moreover it seemed that she hadn't understood he had been introducing himself. Well how often did someone get the chance to have an unfiltered view of what people thought of you? He called upon his best thespian training to play it off as though he were someone else entirely. An identity that he would just improvise as he went along.

"Oh I've read a few of them. You really think they are exquisite?"

It was a short enough question yet complex in its own right. If she was going to elaborate on it a little he found himself following behind her as she continued to pile up the bound volumes of literature. He smiled and wet his lip a little whilst going to put the book onto the table alongside her own selections. Will loved the lime light and he normally would talk or perform almost endlessly but for now he was more interested in learning of this girls views and letting her have the majority share of the conversation.
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