brainofck

Jack found him in what was clearly the rare books room. All the volumes were leather-bound and the room had that old books smell. Many were behind glass and the rest were in stacks that lined the walls all the way up to the twenty-foot ceilings. The lower shelves were behind intricate wrought iron gates.

The carpeting was rich and plush, and the reading tables and chairs were heavy wood heavily carved. The tables were topped with a light, beautifully flecked granite. The windows appeared to be studded with colored glass, that cast rainbows randomly around the room.

It was a room to inspire learning, study and awe.

Daniel was across the room. He was a few steps up on the rolling stairway contraption that gave access to the higher shelves of the stacks. He was wearing a pair of those tight, clingy pants in a soft dark blue fabric. Daniel said they were comfortable. Jack thought they were hot. He suspected Daniel knew that.

Jack was suddenly feeling a heck of a lot of inspiration. And awe. Loads of awe.