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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 12:08 am
Sven laughed softly, head shaking. He couldn't imagine putting body wash in his own hair, but Sven wasn't going to admit how obsessive he could get about the pale locks. That was a secret the man would take to his grave.
"What cool things did you see? Maybe we could check one of them out?" Sven checked his phone for a brief moment, a look of content on his face. They had a rather early start to the evening, which mean adequate time for talk and exploration. He took a few steps forward, giving space for Laurel or Oliver to take over deciding their direction. A short, warm laugh left the tall man at Laurel's question, head nodding in approval.
"I do, in fact. I write for a living, actually, so I'm rather fond of a good book."
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 9:53 am
"Uhm..." Laurel glanced upward and then down, a hand moving to rub his chin. Well, that was a great question! He'd seen a lot of things. Clothing stores with bright sale signs, a music shop, even a toy store... But, right now, he was feeling restless from being cooped up all week. He wanted to move around!
"Could we walk until we see something?" He asked, before breaking out into a grin. "That's just like my dad! He writes all the time!" He looked to Oliver eagerly. "Tell him dad!""Haha! Oh, well-" Oliver chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Actually, I'm only a casual writer, but I do teach English and Literature and Prose over at Barton Community College. Honestly, what Laurel's thinking of is me writing lesson plans and grading, not writing my own books."
He turned, glancing out toward the town behind them, and motioned forward.
"We can talk and walk!" He said, turning again to Sven. "I would be very interested to hear about what you write though, Sven! I assume you're a published author?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2018 4:54 pm
He laughed under his breath, nodding towards both Laurel and Oliver at their respective questions. He hadn't ever admitted to writing his greatest success in person; in fact, the series that had rewarded him with the ridiculous sum of money he now hoarded was an embarrassment to acknowledge. Romance had never been his interest, and the first book had almost been a joke to himself when he sent it in for publishing. He hadn't ever imagined the series would actually take off. Not only that, but the books under his actual name? Those had failed spectacularly. The ones he took pride in had been chewed and spat back out. The series written under a false name? That had defined his success, and Sven felt a sour taste in his mouth build at the idea of admitting it.
"I am published, yes," He admitted, humor still in his voice despite the beginning unease in his stomach. He never had been ashamed of his work until that series came out and now Sven struggled with the realization others might seek his work out and frown at it. It was silly, really. The books hadn't been met with disgust or disdain, but they hadn't grabbed the audiences attention. Fantasy and sci-fi was an oversaturated market, and not everyone cared for the kind Sven wrote. Perhaps the worst shame one could feel was in their own passion. Maybe it was time to find a new career...
"But, enough about me. You're a teacher, Oliver? That's fascinating! I could never — I'd bore my students! Do you like it?"
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2018 10:44 am
"Ah, so you are!" Oliver chimed, pausing mid-step to look at Sven. "I'll have to keep an eye out for your books, then! I have been looking for a new series to get into..."
He turned his gaze away to Laurel for a moment as the raevan moved toward a shop window and hummed softly. With all the time he'd been spending at home because of his nephew, he'd have more than enough time to get Laurel into a series of his own. Plus, if Laurel enjoyed something that Sven wrote, Laurel might find it easier to befriend Sven's future Raevan. The professor smiled to himself, feeling rather clever about the idea.
"Ha! I'm pretty sure I bore my students, too. Being a professor kind of guarantees being boring to at least someone." He laughed, nodding. "But, yes, I do enjoy it! I feel that I really help my students grasp the deeper meanings and nuances a story can bring. I always love it when my efforts pay off and my students appreciate both my work and their own growth, you know?""Hey dad! Look at this!" Laurel interrupted, shoving into the space between Sven and Oliver. He held a pamphlet out that was visibly a bit crumpled, obviously something he'd scooped up off the ground. "It says something about a carnival coming to town! Can we go?" "Really?" Oliver said, taking the pamphlet carefully and looking it over. "Hm... I'm sorry, honey, but the end date already passed! See?""No way!" Laurel exclaimed, wrinkling his nose as he re-read the dates. What a bust! He huffed out a sigh and looked all around. "... Could we just go to that bookstore I like? Maybe there's something cool going on there.""I'm sure we can, but let's just enjoy the walk." Oliver said, glancing to Sven apologetically. "After all, it's a beautiful day! No sense staying inside, right?""... Right." Laurel mumbled, ears pinning back. Yeah, they were here because he was desperate to leave the house. Going inside a store seemed like a stupid idea. He crossed his arms, thought a moment, and gasped.
"Wait, Sven!" He said, hovering closer. "I heard you were a guardian, like my dad is! Where's your raevan? Are they at home? Can I meet them?"
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