[ he agrees, something less warm in that note; not the absence of wound, but the skinned-over divot left behind, still tender to the touch. ]
I imagine he would have used it sooner, if he had.
[ Used. It's not the impression he wants to leave now. A tool, a bit of poisoned arrow he's already decided to keep inside. Neither of them knew. Neither of them did anything wrong. Neither of them told him until it was useful to do so, that is all.
Smoothing instead, fingers across sheets, serenity forced across his expression, he leans to scoop the edge of a robe from the floor. Somewhere in a pocket, a cigarette case. An offer. An excuse to keep a hand near. ]
He asked me to choose between you. [ Dropped, finally, like a coin in a bucket. ] It-- made me wonder why you hadn't.
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[ he agrees, something less warm in that note; not the absence of wound, but the skinned-over divot left behind, still tender to the touch. ]
I imagine he would have used it sooner, if he had.
[ Used. It's not the impression he wants to leave now. A tool, a bit of poisoned arrow he's already decided to keep inside. Neither of them knew. Neither of them did anything wrong. Neither of them told him until it was useful to do so, that is all.
Smoothing instead, fingers across sheets, serenity forced across his expression, he leans to scoop the edge of a robe from the floor. Somewhere in a pocket, a cigarette case. An offer. An excuse to keep a hand near. ]
He asked me to choose between you. [ Dropped, finally, like a coin in a bucket. ] It-- made me wonder why you hadn't.