A/N: Okay, so this is me attempting serious writing. Well, if you can count fluffy drabbles as "serious writing".
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Don't laugh. I'm really going to try this.
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The library was silent, and neither Darius nor Elinor would have it any other way. Elinor believed that noise ruined the flow and the atmosphere of a story, while Darius believed Elinor would probably savagely attack him were he to ask her a question or make a comment.
Interactions between the two of them were kept to a bare minimum, even around the house. The most they spoke was during their various outings in search of more glorious gems to fill Elinor's spacious library. They weren't friends; they were simply acquaintances.
Darius sat crouched amongst the tall shelves, carefully unpacking and shelving the novels acquired on their most recent outing out west. Elinor peered at him from where she sat reading, regarding him with a critical eye.
"Don't you dare put the Italian scriptures with the mythology, Darius!" she snapped, closing her book and setting it aside briskly. "And make sure to replace the old encyclopedias."
"Yes, Elinor," replied the small man, adjusting his glasses. The corner of Elinor's mouth quirked into a sort of smile, and she strode towards the door.
Darius coughed meekly.
"And Elinor?"
She paused, "What?"
"You look lovely today."
Elinor smiled. Perhaps she enjoyed his company more than she thought.
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That was terrible. But I kinda think Darius/Elinor is adorable. So I just had to give this a shot.
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