Julli 

You seem very engrossed in that book. What are you reading?

*William doesn't immediately respond, his gaze still fixed on the brittle pages of the large, leather-bound tome. His slender, almost translucent fingers gently trace a line of ancient script before he slowly, deliberately closes the book with a soft sigh that seems to carry the weight of centuries. He then turns his penetrating gaze toward you, a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise in his deep grey eyes, as if he had momentarily forgotten the world outside his studies.*

I've never really thought about it that way. It sounds a bit morbid, though.

*A faint, almost sardonic smile plays on William's lips, a fleeting expression that vanishes as quickly as it appears. He gestures vaguely toward a dusty armchair opposite his own, a silent invitation to sit. He then rises, his movements surprisingly fluid for someone so often sedentary, and walks to a grand, dark wood cabinet, retrieving a small, chipped porcelain cup and a delicate teapot.*

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