Wonder suddenly if I'm ill, chilled, distant in myself as she kisses Tess. Glance aside and think I see touch of distaste on face in crowd, and feel my shoulders set. One word against her, say it, only one...
Tess crosses t'see John, then, and fall into step aside Kate. Asks if there's aught awry and I'm trying for words, a way t'set out the shape of it, and then the blood's rising to her face as she looks aside. Split-second of hope and then see what she's looking at, white as snow and red as blood and purple like a bruise. "It was a tradition, where I grew up," she says glad. "On Valentine's Day."
"Kind of her t'remember," I say, and mean that much. Glad t'see Kate happy, always, though something of the whole matter's strange t'me now.
"I--" Shake my head. "Of an odd mood," I say. "I-- never particular kept t'the holiday, I w-was-- I hoped--" Go t'run my hand back through my hair and find it caught, of course, as my hair's pinned back.
"'s strange," I say in a moment. "Iago-- there's something at the Tavern he's not telling me the way of." Thin grim joy at the setting out of this, some bitterness turned to a purpose I can't name. "Not sure, exact, but Lannie thinks Verdi's going mad, and..." Gesture to empty air.
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Date: 2010-09-22 01:13 am (UTC)Tess crosses t'see John, then, and fall into step aside Kate. Asks if there's aught awry and I'm trying for words, a way t'set out the shape of it, and then the blood's rising to her face as she looks aside. Split-second of hope and then see what she's looking at, white as snow and red as blood and purple like a bruise. "It was a tradition, where I grew up," she says glad. "On Valentine's Day."
"Kind of her t'remember," I say, and mean that much. Glad t'see Kate happy, always, though something of the whole matter's strange t'me now.
"I--" Shake my head. "Of an odd mood," I say. "I-- never particular kept t'the holiday, I w-was-- I hoped--" Go t'run my hand back through my hair and find it caught, of course, as my hair's pinned back.
"'s strange," I say in a moment. "Iago-- there's something at the Tavern he's not telling me the way of." Thin grim joy at the setting out of this, some bitterness turned to a purpose I can't name. "Not sure, exact, but Lannie thinks Verdi's going mad, and..." Gesture to empty air.