[ More than half-expecting to see the log book held open out to him for corrections, Richard has to think a beat on what he’s wrought for himself instead. In an ideal world, he’d have stayed up a while drinking. As is, the scent of elfroot about the room is long stale, and his eyes are cool and sharp in their appraisal of the clergyman on his stoop.
He steps back to permit Gideon entry, tension pinned up under his breastbone and behind his ears.
The nug in Loxley’s bed blinks blearily at the spill of light from the hall. ]
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Date: 2021-06-15 11:21 pm (UTC)He steps back to permit Gideon entry, tension pinned up under his breastbone and behind his ears.
The nug in Loxley’s bed blinks blearily at the spill of light from the hall. ]