directed by ryukon
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His name is Orin. The library is older than the city around it, and the book in his hands is older than that. He reads under his breath. “There’s a light side… and a dark one.”
You were only passing the stacks. Then a book that was not there a second ago catches your shoe, and you are on the floor behind him, looking up.

He glances down. “Oh. Hey.”
The skirt does not hide much from that angle. He does not seem to notice you noticed. Or he does, and it does not matter. He is already back in the page.

He mouths an incantation. Something low in him answers. The lamps die. The shelves fade into black. The book drops from his hand and hits the floor. A table rises where it fell.
Purple lightning crawls over him. Lust. Heat. His voice is a register deeper.

He leans back on the table and looks at you like the dark is a private room.

“I don’t think I need these anymore.”

He removes his top, and lets it drop to the floor where it fades from view.

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