Edmund smothered a grin, terribly pleased at catching the other boy in the act. He didn't even cut a very threatening figure, to earn such a reaction. But for whatever reason, he'd garnered some surprise, even discomfort, and he decided to see how far that would take him.
"Not at all," he murmured, a shake of his head as he leaned down with intentional proximity, bending over Ienzo's shoulder to see what he was reading. "Plato. How classic. You don't get enough of him in Collins' lectures?"
It was a rhetorical tease. There was never too much Plato. Everybody knew that.
"Faraway." A funny choice of words. Edmund stared intently at him, trying to decipher just what he'd meant by that, and found himself the recipient of two violet eyes this time. The jolt of it was a little unsettling. He wasn't used to seeing both of Ienzo's eyes. "Well, what was it?" The unfinished thought intrigued him. "Your rudeness, such as it might be, is pardoned if you will tell me why you've been staring at me for weeks in the library. It was you, all this time? When I feel eyes on the back of my neck?"
Edmund raised his eyebrows, but there was good humour behind the inquisition. Exactly what sort of fellow this Ienzo was without the backing of his group to support him (and just why exactly he'd been so thick with them was probably subject to rampant speculation), still remained to be seen. And Edmund wished very much to see it.
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Date: 2016-11-24 04:26 am (UTC)"Not at all," he murmured, a shake of his head as he leaned down with intentional proximity, bending over Ienzo's shoulder to see what he was reading. "Plato. How classic. You don't get enough of him in Collins' lectures?"
It was a rhetorical tease. There was never too much Plato. Everybody knew that.
"Faraway." A funny choice of words. Edmund stared intently at him, trying to decipher just what he'd meant by that, and found himself the recipient of two violet eyes this time. The jolt of it was a little unsettling. He wasn't used to seeing both of Ienzo's eyes. "Well, what was it?" The unfinished thought intrigued him. "Your rudeness, such as it might be, is pardoned if you will tell me why you've been staring at me for weeks in the library. It was you, all this time? When I feel eyes on the back of my neck?"
Edmund raised his eyebrows, but there was good humour behind the inquisition. Exactly what sort of fellow this Ienzo was without the backing of his group to support him (and just why exactly he'd been so thick with them was probably subject to rampant speculation), still remained to be seen. And Edmund wished very much to see it.