[ His eyes flick up to the ceiling, tongue clicking against teeth. (Well, that's no good at all.)
The light that streams into the kitchen grows faint then dull then mottled. The briars are doing their job and, despite everything, Daniel feels an itch in the green of his hands. (There's nothing like an uncooperative garden for a grower to obsess over.) It's attraction, of a sort, though he never forgets that they're bound together because of Amyranth — the kind of hunger that takes until there's only husks.
He sips at his tea again (lukewarm, now; funny how quickly it can unravel). ] I have a few terrible ideas.
[ It's meant to sound light and dismissive and it is; Daniel does a good job of it, but in his mind and her magic and their space it twists in the air, a thin smoke that passes out and through the window. From there, it's anyone's guess. ] It is good to see you. [ As in: don't worry. You could do much worse. ] I'd mind less if you slept a little more. Properly.
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The light that streams into the kitchen grows faint then dull then mottled. The briars are doing their job and, despite everything, Daniel feels an itch in the green of his hands. (There's nothing like an uncooperative garden for a grower to obsess over.) It's attraction, of a sort, though he never forgets that they're bound together because of Amyranth — the kind of hunger that takes until there's only husks.
He sips at his tea again (lukewarm, now; funny how quickly it can unravel). ] I have a few terrible ideas.
[ It's meant to sound light and dismissive and it is; Daniel does a good job of it, but in his mind and her magic and their space it twists in the air, a thin smoke that passes out and through the window. From there, it's anyone's guess. ] It is good to see you. [ As in: don't worry. You could do much worse. ] I'd mind less if you slept a little more. Properly.