Was it luck? [He asks, only when she's done. If it were any other than Nadine, he might have pulled from the touch. He feels like he's already frayed; he may as well snap soon enough.
But he cannot with her. Nadine is someone he hardly even argues with. Even after eight hundred godsdamn years.] I don't think it was luck. I think it was us.
[That's how he wants to think of it, at least. There's something special about them.
Quickly, he brushes one of the chairs of flour before she sits. Ugh. He may as well do a bit now, while they talk. It's enough to simply... be around. He wets a towel, wiping up his hands first, then the counter.]
Well, we're certainly bound to have the best gardens in the Free Cities. [And not only cacti and wild grasses, thank the gods. Perhaps they can even work on new strains of their herbs.]
No, you are right. It meant much to me. I am only trying to marry that which I am with that which I was -- or will be.
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But he cannot with her. Nadine is someone he hardly even argues with. Even after eight hundred godsdamn years.] I don't think it was luck. I think it was us.
[That's how he wants to think of it, at least. There's something special about them.
Quickly, he brushes one of the chairs of flour before she sits. Ugh. He may as well do a bit now, while they talk. It's enough to simply... be around. He wets a towel, wiping up his hands first, then the counter.]
Well, we're certainly bound to have the best gardens in the Free Cities. [And not only cacti and wild grasses, thank the gods. Perhaps they can even work on new strains of their herbs.]
No, you are right. It meant much to me. I am only trying to marry that which I am with that which I was -- or will be.