[ Taking a seat is the wise course at this point, for sure. Matt can only hold onto so many books at once, so he subsides onto the nearest chair with the Chaucer tucked beside him and the Atharvaveda taken instantly, reverently, in both hands. (The tea things remain untouched, now that his magic demo is over.) ]
Oh my God, [ he says, stunned. The name "Agni" catches Matt's attention for sure; for a moment, recognition flickers to suspicion in his eyes. But like--there's no way. People are named for gods all the time. It's a lovely story of cultural exchange and appreciation, one that gives Matt a sense of Sebastian's time, if not (quite) his place, and that's surely the takeaway.
He starts to flip through the Atharvaveda, expression melting to one of delight. ]
It's all here, [ he says. A sudden suspicion hits, and he turns all the way to the back of the book. ] --Yes! Even the erotica he left in Latin.
[ Matt grins. Sorry Griffith, nobody's more motivated to learn Latin than a teenager anticipating porn. His expression softens as he turns back towards the front of the book, landing on a well-loved hymn. ]
Oh ...
My coming in is honey-sweet and honey-sweet, my going forth: My voice and words are sweet: I fain would be like honey in my look. Sweeter am I than honey, yet more full of sweets than licorice: So mayst thou love me as a branch full of all sweets, and only me ...
[ He trails off, glancing to Sebastian with slight embarrassment. ]
no subject
Oh my God, [ he says, stunned. The name "Agni" catches Matt's attention for sure; for a moment, recognition flickers to suspicion in his eyes. But like--there's no way. People are named for gods all the time. It's a lovely story of cultural exchange and appreciation, one that gives Matt a sense of Sebastian's time, if not (quite) his place, and that's surely the takeaway.
He starts to flip through the Atharvaveda, expression melting to one of delight. ]
It's all here, [ he says. A sudden suspicion hits, and he turns all the way to the back of the book. ] --Yes! Even the erotica he left in Latin.
[ Matt grins. Sorry Griffith, nobody's more motivated to learn Latin than a teenager anticipating porn. His expression softens as he turns back towards the front of the book, landing on a well-loved hymn. ]
Oh ...
My coming in is honey-sweet and honey-sweet, my going forth:
My voice and words are sweet: I fain would be like honey in my look.
Sweeter am I than honey, yet more full of sweets than licorice:
So mayst thou love me as a branch full of all sweets, and only me ...
[ He trails off, glancing to Sebastian with slight embarrassment. ]
I guess you remember all that.
[ So he doesn't need to hear Matt say it. ]