wythersake: ([ tired ])
blonde billy #2 ([personal profile] wythersake) wrote 2019-01-04 02:35 am (UTC)

[ He’s getting old.

She’s just said something mildly insane, of course, but does he really look as if —

There’s more than one breed of armor. Isaac watches, and tries to retract the spines from his tongue. She’s just said something mildly insane, and more evidently at cost. His father's face is a weary blur, but he knows why others stick.

A breath. He sits.
]

I can’t promise, [ Not gentle, but steady. A caution: ] Where I’m assigned.

[ There’s more than one solution to that, but he’s not about to choose for her, to interrupt a confession hardly begun. He shifts toward the end of the chair, hands folded in view; all the old gestures, to new purpose. These ways of making yourself small (large enough you needn't ever do so again --).

A child, called to office,

Well, alright.
]

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