Childermass’ voice rumbled out low and even as he read aloud from the book Norrell had been puzzling over earlier.
“And it is in this way that the magician may call forth the more verbal aspects of the stones themselves. It should be noted, however, that...”
Norrell was curled up next to Childermass, feet entangled in his feet, head resting on his chest. Childermass’ eyes flicked over from the page, and he saw that Norrell’s thumb had slipped into his mouth. As he read, he caught glimpses of Norrell’s face relaxing in stages, and his eyes drifting closed, and finally, his breath evening out into the rhythms of sleep.
FILL: Childermass/Norrell ageplay, pt 4/4
“And it is in this way that the magician may call forth the more verbal aspects of the stones themselves. It should be noted, however, that...”
Norrell was curled up next to Childermass, feet entangled in his feet, head resting on his chest. Childermass’ eyes flicked over from the page, and he saw that Norrell’s thumb had slipped into his mouth. As he read, he caught glimpses of Norrell’s face relaxing in stages, and his eyes drifting closed, and finally, his breath evening out into the rhythms of sleep.