The Victorian Scandal [Kitten, Hahvy, Goaty]

[Ilovegoatse]

Light blue eyes carefully scanned the streets of London as this young man approached one of his more obscure favourite spots. It was a strange place for someone with his reputation to go, unfortunately it had nothing to do with education, or any sort of pursuit of knowledge. Once a week, he would go to a local library. When there, he would look to the librarian and make small talk, act as though he was interested in a book one of his clients were talking about. Then he would flirt with him a bit, and eventually he would pretend to either change his mind about the book or just flat out leave. This time he arrived a little later in the evening though, just to make sure to catch the librarian when he was planning to leave for home. After all, Edwin Ellis only had to look forward to a brothel and a busy night. Why couldn't he have a little fun?

Opening the door, he peeked in and continued walking on. Making his way to the desk, those dark curls that framed his jaw gently bounced as he walked on. "My dear friend." He gently spoke, those soft pink lips parting slightly, "I was wondering if you had a book about romance, maybe something with a tragic end. Do you think you could provide me with such a title? You seem the romantic sort, hopefully not tragic, hm?" He was dressed nicely enough, having a decent amount of wealth thanks to his job. "Do you think you can show me around to that section? I know it's more towards the back, but it's so late I doubt anyone will be coming in at this hour. I was hoping perhaps you could give me a bit of a private tour of that special romantic area, yes?"

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Looking to his pocket watch, Roger Hawkes adjusted his spectacles, glad to soon be done with his work shift. His clothes were a little rumpled from running around all day getting books for the upper and lower classes alike. He didn't care what class people were- he enjoyed handing books to those who enjoyed reading them. But he did have a person who never really got a book and just spoke to him- Roger, of all people. He was a handsome man, but with his unkempt hair, glasses, and no-nonsense though gentle demeanor, most found him rather suited for his role as a librarian and not much to look at. But upon seeing Edwin, Roger let a smile curve his lips and it seemed to brighten him up. He found himself blushing a little, though he wasn't sure why and was only happy to assist Edwin. Thing was, the poor sod was pretty dense to flirting and seeing someone take an interest in him was rare. Plus, he wasn't sure what to make of Edwin exactly. He got him like no one else.

"Yes, yes, of course, Edwin. I have no problem with showing you that section. Come along with me, if you will."

Smoothing out his auburn locks, his soft gray eyes took in Edwin's countenance. He was dressed nicely and made Roger's stomach do an odd loop, which he wasn't sure of why. He put down the file he was working on and looked to his co-worker, Dorothy, and asked her to finish up the books for him. The elder woman nodded with a smile that said she knew something but kept it to herself. He gave her an odd look before he took Edwin on a tour of the Library, pointing out sections with a little more enthusiasm than was normal before he came to the romance section that Edwin had spoken about.

"Well, here it is. I know there is some Shakespeare that would suit your fancy."​

 

[iKitten]

The library was perhaps one of the most boring places, in his opinion. Now, not that Henry hated the library, or that he didnâ??t like reading. In fact, the brunette was an avid reader, with books littering his own shelves at home. The only thing he objected to this specific library, was that he had to guard it. A library constable. Really.

It just wasnâ??t on.

At all.

But, like most things in life, one didnâ??t have a choice. There was still rent to pay, food to buy, and above all else, a true British Gentleman would not go long without work. Henry had a fine physique, nearly chiseled from the same tool that had formed the Greek statues of Olympian Gods. The black constable jacket framed his broad shoulders, pinned with a small badge on his left breast to indicate that he was a watchman of sort for the library.

Drawn out of his thoughts, Henry glanced over towards the pair wandering in the general direction he was standing in. Just because he was a guard here didnâ??t mean he wasnâ??t allowed to wander the shelves himself, finding a book to peer at. Resting against the shelf that had a large label â??Romance A â?? Câ? over it, the brunette smiled politely and tipped his hat at the librarianâ??Roger if he remembered correctlyâ??and a dark haired male. It wasnâ??t usually a guardâ??s place to speak up and greet them, but it was polite to acknowledge someone bypassing oneâ??s self.

He was a guardâ??just a body standing around. If they needed him, they would call for him.

 

[Ilovegoatse]

(I fell asleep at the computer last night. ; A; sorry guyz)

A satisfied grin reached his features as he thought Roger knew exactly what he was talking about. The blush, he thought, was a sign of the man being surprised at being propositioned by a prostitute. A free session would be something most would be grateful for, it was a free time for fun. However, it just happened that this librarian and this whore had a rather different idea of what the 'romance section' meant. As he followed him and noticed he was being taken further back into the alphabet, he was sure this was done for discretion, and not actually for finding a book of any sort. Not only that, but he wouldn't stop talking about these stupid books!

When noticing the officer, his eyes widened a bit. He recognized that man outside this library before, and Edwin could easily recall having to rush past him on more than one occasion. A nervously polite smile was forced upon his face as he walked by, pretending not to be doing anything suspicious at all. Especially not with this extremely attractive naive librarian. Maybe Roger was just playing stupid so that the constable wouldn't take notice of them? He wasn't entirely sure at this point. He would still make his attempt on the innocent man though, if not for the sake of his own satisfaction.

When stopping to look at Shakespeare, he appeared not to be listening at all. Instead, the lithe man had allowed his hand to wander, keeping his back at an angle to avoid them being noticed. At first, this gentle touch had been a brush upon the shoulder, and a nod as if he actually cared about books. But then this wandered to delicate fingers tracing along his side, and eventually to his stomach. "Hm... What sort of romance is your favourite?" Edwin whispered out, those electric blue eyes focusing upon him as pupils dilated with desire. Feeling those muscles tense as they tend to do when brushed against so gently, he couldn't help but smile once more, feeling oddly victorious.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Of course, poor Roger was a naive sod and had no idea that Edwin was a prostitute and positioning him for a free session. He had never gone to the prostitutes for anything but had helped a few learn how to read in order to draw their minds away from their daily life- some enjoyed their work while others didn't. But those had been females he had helped, those bold enough that he had passed by on his way to work who had asked for him by face and said in the softest of voices as if ashamed to learn how to read. He himself thought it a tragedy that so many couldn't read and enjoy the worlds portrayed by books with their beautiful phrases and catching words. Roger gave the constable a nod and did his best to keep his composure properly in place. He would never admit that he sometimes would just stare at the constable while making his rounds, fascinated by his line of work. Roger wasn't a weakling, just a pacifist by nature. Scanning the selection, the young librarian grabbed a thick volume of Shakespeare and was about to hand it to Edwin for inspection when he felt that delicate touch.

He swallowed and placed the book back, feeling the hand trailing down further along his body before stopping at his stomach. He listened to Edwin's voice, soft with question and emotion he couldn't quite identify. Well, he could, but he'd heard it spoken from the mouths of women and not of men, though he had wondered...Cheeks red as apples, he glanced at Edwin and felt nervousness seep into his bones as he looked up at him. He was a handsome man, for sure, and probably very experienced, though not in the way that Roger thought. He had always figured that Edwin was somewhat like Casanova and made love with the noblewomen and noblemen alike at his choosing. Swallowing again, Roger turned his attention back to the question that was asked of him.

"I don't truly have a favourite...They all paint such beautiful stories..."

He murmured, his voice dropping an octave, making it sound slightly husky with either fear, desire, nerves, or all three. The poor man was a romantic at heart and wondered briefly if Edwin might end up breaking his poor heart. He enjoyed seeing the man visit as often as he did, sometimes wanting it more than anything. He had a small crush, he admitted with a bite of his bottom lip. He just wasn't sure at the moment what dear Edwin wanted of him. And with the constable so near, whatever it was would get them both arrested for sure..​

 

[iKitten]

The day seemed to just drag on, as not even the excitement of the librarian moving aroundâ??rarity at that, when most people knew where things were in the library alreadyâ??provided anything for him to do. Henry wasnâ??t a lazy guy, at least, he hoped he wasnâ??t, but being a constable for a library tended to make it seem like it. Not that there were many robberies or troublemakers that came here, as there were other, far more interesting places to stir up trouble.

Seemingly, Roger and the dark haired male were searching aimlessly for a novel, of which he had to think if he could be of some sort of assistance. Henry spent most of his time here, reading whenever he could, but mostly keeping an eye out for any little thing he could â??patrolâ??. Nothing came to mind though, so he pressed his lips together and tried not to seem conspicuous as he peered in their directionâ??wondering what Roger would suggest.

He had to admit, they were both appealing to the eyes, if only in an English, purely artistic point of view. It wasnâ??t common, perhaps looked down upon, but he couldnâ??t help but allow his chocolate eyes to trail up and down the other malesâ?? physiques.