dmndmyth:
just because she’d been alive for the past five thousand years did not mean that lancelot had been there for every single scientific breakthrough in those years. there was a lot of world and there was a lot of breakthroughs. one of lance’s personal regrets however was that she had not been around while ashmole was working on his manuscripts. while the bodleian had most of them, there were a few alchemical scripts which had never been recovered. much to lance’s frustration.
so, you could only imagine her excitement when she heard about the bookshop and the absolute wonders within it. if they were going to be anywhere, surely they’d be there right? so, now with the hope that they might be able to do some work of some kind, they headed into the shop. rugged up in a blue coat with a rainbow beanie on her head, she looked nothing like how she had been depicted in history but to be quite honest, she was a bit glad about that. “i am actually! looking for something specific that is. i was wondering if you happen to have any of ashmole’s missing alchemical scripts? they aren’t anywhere and i heard about this place and thought maybe?”
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ashmole’s missing alchemical scripts. if he didn’t know any better, it would be an odd request. but he’s seen her. on battlefields, wielding a sword. almost a thousand years ago amongst the many mortals that were dropping like flies. she looks nothing like what history projects, allowing her to slip on by. corners of his lips begin to curl into a smile as her excitement grows. he’s positive he has what she’s looking for, only it’ll take a a few moments to locate downstairs.
“ you seem to always find me with ease. come, follow me, ” he says as he takes a set of keys and walks toward the back and down a spiral of stairs. the two lush dark blue couches that face each other are piled with books and with a wave of his hand they all start to put themselves back into place. “ apologies for the mess, ” though it looks more like organized chaos than entirely chaotic. “ we’ve moved. again. ”
most of the oldest tomes and scrolls he kept were in a specific section. all the way in the corner, farther from everything else. it smelled of old pages and a lingering of ink. as he approaches a shelf of thick old looking tomes, he holds his hand over one of them and it slips on out and into his hand. “ this one was not for mortal eyes, ” thanatos explains as he hands it to her. “ much like many that are talked about but claim to have not been found.” he folds his hands in front of him and nods to the tome. “ as such, i still need to warn you. should you choose to take these scripts from this shop, they will continue to age and will turn to dust as organic things are meant to in time. i cannot protect it outside of this shop. ”


















