[ If the thought of his role in her dreamed confinement weren’t so fresh in his mind, Bastien might try to block the door—not because he feels it’s essential or kind to force her to stay and explain herself if she’s so desperate to. But it’s very cold outside, and cold in the corridors, and cold on the stairs, and she isn’t wearing any shoes.
But it the thought is fresh, and he’s only wearing one loosened boot that’s liable to trip him if he darts, and it’s happening very fast, so he only turns in her wake and says: ]
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Date: 2021-02-16 03:54 am (UTC)But it the thought is fresh, and he’s only wearing one loosened boot that’s liable to trip him if he darts, and it’s happening very fast, so he only turns in her wake and says: ]
Alexandrie, your toes.