[The first time Palamedes ventures into the Archaic Archives (which is a little on the nose), he nearly leaves immediately and never comes back. The fact that the whole area comes with the feeling of being watched and the distinct impression that whoever built this part of town wants no one else in it is one thing, but a library without any sense of how it should organize its contents? For shame! Absolutely disgusting, and a tragic amount of disrespect for and offensive availability of paper books. Palamedes doesn't miss flimsy, not at all — the journal from within his welcome bag is his favorite possession, by far — but something still feels... dirty about picking a paper book up off a shelf and touching all the pages as if it's nothing.
That's neither here nor there, however: Palamedes has returned to the Archives. It's not his second visit or even his third; not even abysmal book-sorting can keep him away from the place with the books in it, and he's even learning a trick to it: if he leans back from his notes and sighs with the precisely correct amount of weariness, he will spot on a nearby shelf a book that might prove interesting for the, hm, dozen or so things he's decided to look into so far. You know, as a casual hobby.
So things are going alright for him, mostly. It isn't a weary sigh that draws him this time down a row of stacks in a more obscure... corner? This building makes no sense, but it's not a part he's been to as often, he's pretty sure — either way, it's a different Gut Feeling that compels him to pause at this particular stack and look down it. And oh — Camilla.
It feels like a small age ago that he'd quipped to Harrow on the beach here that Camilla-will-be-along, and it has been a small age since he's seen her, and now! There she is! Here, in this infuriating library (lowercase, derogatory)! Palamedes allows himself a heartbeat to sink into his emotions at just the sight of her, then:]
The locals think the being in charge of this Archive leaves it a horrendous mess on purpose. It doesn't get more charming the fourth time, believe me.
[Hi. So. Before he's in big trouble for his various stunts, allow him a brief interlude to flash her a smile.]
🥺 cam!!!!
That's neither here nor there, however: Palamedes has returned to the Archives. It's not his second visit or even his third; not even abysmal book-sorting can keep him away from the place with the books in it, and he's even learning a trick to it: if he leans back from his notes and sighs with the precisely correct amount of weariness, he will spot on a nearby shelf a book that might prove interesting for the, hm, dozen or so things he's decided to look into so far. You know, as a casual hobby.
So things are going alright for him, mostly. It isn't a weary sigh that draws him this time down a row of stacks in a more obscure... corner? This building makes no sense, but it's not a part he's been to as often, he's pretty sure — either way, it's a different Gut Feeling that compels him to pause at this particular stack and look down it. And oh — Camilla.
It feels like a small age ago that he'd quipped to Harrow on the beach here that Camilla-will-be-along, and it has been a small age since he's seen her, and now! There she is! Here, in this infuriating library (lowercase, derogatory)! Palamedes allows himself a heartbeat to sink into his emotions at just the sight of her, then:]
The locals think the being in charge of this Archive leaves it a horrendous mess on purpose. It doesn't get more charming the fourth time, believe me.
[Hi. So. Before he's in big trouble for his various stunts, allow him a brief interlude to flash her a smile.]
I knew you'd come.