Gauging the collapse as she begins to crumple, he holds the puff of a tight, private sigh until she’s hidden her face.
Everything in this room smells like smoke, skunkier than tobacco. Heady. It’ll take heat from the hearth to really bring it up out of wood and cloth, leather and paper. In the meanwhile there’s the cloak -- and mustier still, Richard Dickerson closing her up into a hug.
It’s a more comfortable gesture for him than one might suppose.
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Date: 2022-02-15 06:47 am (UTC)That isn’t what he meant for her to do with it.
Gauging the collapse as she begins to crumple, he holds the puff of a tight, private sigh until she’s hidden her face.
Everything in this room smells like smoke, skunkier than tobacco. Heady. It’ll take heat from the hearth to really bring it up out of wood and cloth, leather and paper. In the meanwhile there’s the cloak -- and mustier still, Richard Dickerson closing her up into a hug.
It’s a more comfortable gesture for him than one might suppose.
He has spent most of his life among humans.