The best thing about a library on an island full of strange supernatural people was finding strange and supernatural books. These weren't your typical tomes you could scour the internet for pages. Some of these were old, older than the replacement bindings that still barely held them together, and all of them potentially powerful. Délise couldn't wait to read through them all, collecting their knowledge for her own use.
The only problem was, being unique texts with basically infinite value, there was no way in heaven, hell, or anything in between she'd be allowed to take them out of the library. Much like any reference texts, Délise had to keep them inside and entirely in the possession of the school. Still, it did not dissuade her from searching for a cozy little study room to sit down and enjoy a read.
Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one who thought they were cozy.
She thought this small room was unused, lost in the corner of a large library. Délise struggled to open the door, both her hands previously carrying a good six books before she needed to get inside. The moment she was in, she unceremoniously dropped the books on the table and sighed. Would have been nice to have a thrall carry things. But there was time for that later.
Her senses nearly missed the girl on the floor. She was so eager to sit down and pore through her books that everything else in the world seemed unimportant, especially the floor. Woe to the sleeping girl, who would feel the heel of Délise's high-heels press against her back.
“Gah!†Délise recoiled, nearly tumbling over the table and falling down. She caught herself with one arm on the table before anything worse happened. Why the fuck was someone sleeping in here? And more importantly, what was she wearing?
Délise looked to the study room's door and hastily closed it. She didn't need any more commotion. Her next plan of action was to examine weather this lost LARPer was even alive.
“Hey... are you okay?†Délise quietly asked, adjusting her clothes to make sure she still looked good. She didn't wear the school uniform when she didn't have to, including right then. She had a black dress on instead, fairly understated but all the same appealing at any age. She didn't like people figuring whether she was a student or teacher from a glance, unless she had to.
The only problem was, being unique texts with basically infinite value, there was no way in heaven, hell, or anything in between she'd be allowed to take them out of the library. Much like any reference texts, Délise had to keep them inside and entirely in the possession of the school. Still, it did not dissuade her from searching for a cozy little study room to sit down and enjoy a read.
Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one who thought they were cozy.
She thought this small room was unused, lost in the corner of a large library. Délise struggled to open the door, both her hands previously carrying a good six books before she needed to get inside. The moment she was in, she unceremoniously dropped the books on the table and sighed. Would have been nice to have a thrall carry things. But there was time for that later.
Her senses nearly missed the girl on the floor. She was so eager to sit down and pore through her books that everything else in the world seemed unimportant, especially the floor. Woe to the sleeping girl, who would feel the heel of Délise's high-heels press against her back.
“Gah!†Délise recoiled, nearly tumbling over the table and falling down. She caught herself with one arm on the table before anything worse happened. Why the fuck was someone sleeping in here? And more importantly, what was she wearing?
Délise looked to the study room's door and hastily closed it. She didn't need any more commotion. Her next plan of action was to examine weather this lost LARPer was even alive.
“Hey... are you okay?†Délise quietly asked, adjusting her clothes to make sure she still looked good. She didn't wear the school uniform when she didn't have to, including right then. She had a black dress on instead, fairly understated but all the same appealing at any age. She didn't like people figuring whether she was a student or teacher from a glance, unless she had to.