The fabric has that light, silken quality of the definitely rich; the swirling darker pattern cross woven into it is smooth between the fingers. Beneath it, her leg shifts subtly to casually slip her knee out from under the coat's edge.
"I faintly remember him once being very helpful in that shape. But it was during that dream," she says, and pauses briefly to set the pipe stem back between her teeth. Fitcher pulls at it once or twice, then adds in a smoky exhale. "So who can say how much bearing it had on reality."
Is punctuated with a sidelong look characterized by the flicker of humor lurking at its edge. Who could say indeed? To that end—He is near enough that she doesn't have to stretch in order to take the talisman hanging down from about his neck into one of her long hands.
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Date: 2021-08-04 02:41 am (UTC)"I faintly remember him once being very helpful in that shape. But it was during that dream," she says, and pauses briefly to set the pipe stem back between her teeth. Fitcher pulls at it once or twice, then adds in a smoky exhale. "So who can say how much bearing it had on reality."
Is punctuated with a sidelong look characterized by the flicker of humor lurking at its edge. Who could say indeed? To that end—He is near enough that she doesn't have to stretch in order to take the talisman hanging down from about his neck into one of her long hands.
"What is this?"