[ leander's still covered in blood. isaac still doesn't have any fucking water. but at least alexandrie de fontaine got the last word, so clearly this was all a splendid use of an unspecified favour and not a colossal waste of time better spent on a boat to the mainland —
he pulls a scarf free, while he's at it. pushes it between those tacky hands. ]
Lea. [ is he going to have to snap his fingers. he doesn't have water. doesn't have smelling salts, won't for another tower's distance so this must have been completely worth calling in the cavalry, ] Clean your face.
[ then the robes. then the door. it's not as though any ideas tonight have been good ones. ]
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he pulls a scarf free, while he's at it. pushes it between those tacky hands. ]
Lea. [ is he going to have to snap his fingers. he doesn't have water. doesn't have smelling salts, won't for another tower's distance so this must have been completely worth calling in the cavalry, ] Clean your face.
[ then the robes. then the door. it's not as though any ideas tonight have been good ones. ]