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contact part deux
if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message
I've no clue, darling. All I know is that she has a rather sweet blush and was married once.
Whoever said anything about love? [ She sighs softly. ] She didn’t seem put out by my flirtations, but I’ve no idea where her interest may lie.
He's good with other animals.
( both the cat and the nug have a slightly disturbing tendency to ride on his enormous befurred back, so, you know.
gwenaëlle leaves it at that, until a short time later — about as long as it takes to wind all the way up from one of the garden courtyards up to the top of the central tower and then debate knocking on flint's door and then decide she's come this far and also that he might be annoyed about it which would be crushing in a way that she's ballasted against with byerly by presuming his general disinterest in the inner workings of her head in the first place.
she doesn't actually knock, because she's not mysteriously become polite in the past hour or two, but lets herself in; hardie first, because that's how he likes them to enter a room, and gwenaëlle a beat behind him, over her arm a black shirt with a needle jabbed through half-finished skull embroidered in also black on the back of it and in her hand her sewing basket. her skirts sway, pulled ahead by hardie's body, and she takes her reading glasses off— )
Thanks.
( both the cat and the nug have a slightly disturbing tendency to ride on his enormous befurred back, so, you know.
gwenaëlle leaves it at that, until a short time later — about as long as it takes to wind all the way up from one of the garden courtyards up to the top of the central tower and then debate knocking on flint's door and then decide she's come this far and also that he might be annoyed about it which would be crushing in a way that she's ballasted against with byerly by presuming his general disinterest in the inner workings of her head in the first place.
she doesn't actually knock, because she's not mysteriously become polite in the past hour or two, but lets herself in; hardie first, because that's how he likes them to enter a room, and gwenaëlle a beat behind him, over her arm a black shirt with a needle jabbed through half-finished skull embroidered in also black on the back of it and in her hand her sewing basket. her skirts sway, pulled ahead by hardie's body, and she takes her reading glasses off— )
Thanks.
But of course. Even a scoundrel must answer the desperate cry of a damsel in distress.
[ There's still confusion on his brow, a quizzical set to his mouth. But he doesn't ask. Asking, he has no doubt, will earn him a profane rebuff and a great many unkind words about his character, parentage, appearance, et cetera, and it's been a long day that's going to turn into a long night. ]
Do you wish to use the bed? My chambers are through there.
[ Whiskey - the hound sleeping, as is her wont in hot weather, on her back, back legs splayed, forepaws sticking straight up, like a furry dead cockroach - stirs at the scent of other-dog in the room. She flops over onto her side, and blinks at Hardie, too powerfully sleepy to go to him but clearly wanting him to come to her. ]
[ There's still confusion on his brow, a quizzical set to his mouth. But he doesn't ask. Asking, he has no doubt, will earn him a profane rebuff and a great many unkind words about his character, parentage, appearance, et cetera, and it's been a long day that's going to turn into a long night. ]
Do you wish to use the bed? My chambers are through there.
[ Whiskey - the hound sleeping, as is her wont in hot weather, on her back, back legs splayed, forepaws sticking straight up, like a furry dead cockroach - stirs at the scent of other-dog in the room. She flops over onto her side, and blinks at Hardie, too powerfully sleepy to go to him but clearly wanting him to come to her. ]
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