He’s musky with elfroot himself, stale under sharper sweat in his shirt and the scratch of his beard, his mouth creased now into a resentful crook at one corner for this latest question. Surely it shouldn’t surprise her that this might be a sore subject. So much so that it doesn’t bear remarking that wicker is at least as perilous as the scrub they’ve bedded themselves down in.
Silas unwinds from her and her belt to think on truth telling, bones lifted and reset for him to lie flat on his back beside her. The hat makes its way to the loose lacing of his tunic as he settles, preserving its shape.
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Date: 2022-07-04 11:16 pm (UTC)Silas unwinds from her and her belt to think on truth telling, bones lifted and reset for him to lie flat on his back beside her. The hat makes its way to the loose lacing of his tunic as he settles, preserving its shape.
“I slept with Brother Gideon.”