He's reaching for a handkerchief when boots fall, chair scrapes, and palm closes upon page. A relief to turn his own gaze aside. She's aged since these were sketched: The scrape of years between twenty and thirty are terribly shallow until one need study them. The lift of baby fat, the sink of flesh and socket. All the time they've known each other. How has it looked?
"I'll need to reach into your mouth, by the gums," He hooks a thumb under his own lip, pulls a crude reference. Easy now to spy a missing tooth. "My other hand will sit over your browbone."
Frame the pieces. Mend the break. Don't fuck it up –
"Lean back, and brace your head on the chair. This will hurt," Better if she were asleep. But they were both in Qarinus, and he doesn't care to see her so terribly still. "Not so badly as the break. Whenever you're ready."
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He's reaching for a handkerchief when boots fall, chair scrapes, and palm closes upon page. A relief to turn his own gaze aside. She's aged since these were sketched: The scrape of years between twenty and thirty are terribly shallow until one need study them. The lift of baby fat, the sink of flesh and socket. All the time they've known each other. How has it looked?
"I'll need to reach into your mouth, by the gums," He hooks a thumb under his own lip, pulls a crude reference. Easy now to spy a missing tooth. "My other hand will sit over your browbone."
Frame the pieces. Mend the break. Don't fuck it up –
"Lean back, and brace your head on the chair. This will hurt," Better if she were asleep. But they were both in Qarinus, and he doesn't care to see her so terribly still. "Not so badly as the break. Whenever you're ready."