IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[ninefox]

Jedao shivers in his lap, and kisses him again for confirmation.

(You may now kiss - that's only like what it is. Even if Quentin said honeymoon.)

[magician_king]

He picks him up closer, and folds him protectively in his arms, and lets him know;

"I'm gonna curse the shit out of our house. There'll be passwords and gargoyles and rooms you can only enter if your cause is pure."

Sorry.

[ninefox]

"Nerd," Jedao says, but lovingly, and kisses him again.

[magician_king]

"Yes."

Says Quentin, and cups his face in both hands.

"Sucker. Should have decided to settle down with someone way cooler than me."

[ninefox]

"I'm cool enough for all of us, obviously," he replies, grinning.

[magician_king]

"Yeah, you are."

He says, warm and tender, holding him closer, closing his eyes.

"Do they have books in his world?"

[ninefox]

"Yeah, they have some. I don't know the state of fiction publishing exactly, but the concept exists. You want to infiltrate the Jedi library for me?"

He's joking, but he's not, like, totally joking.

[magician_king]

"Shit. Yes."

He says, perking up.

"I bet they'd let me in if I offered them some of my stuff in exchange."

[ninefox]

"Try and suborn the librarian, she seems like one of the least useless ones," he recommends, pleased at Quentin's excitement.

[magician_king]

"I'm also bringing my own."

FYI.

"Rooms and rooms of bookshelves."

Another one of those things he's going to have to live with.

[ninefox]

"As many as you want," he agrees.