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ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜs ʀᴏᴡɴᴛʀᴇᴇ. ([personal profile] luaithre) wrote 2023-05-28 09:20 am (UTC)

[ Marcus glances down at that clutch to his hand, and curls his fingers to return it in some small measure. Smoke drifts lazily out with the next breath, having taken it into his lungs, and he reaches to set cigarette aside into the ashtray near his arm.

That way, he can have that hand join in, a touch that maps against the back of her wrist, a thumb settling in a divot of bone.

He doesn't seek to relieve tension when it's found, typically, so there are a few moments of allowing them both to rest in it before he says, ]
They're not very much like horses, after all, [ with a faint impression of a smile, because he is alright, and so is she.

And they will be here again. He will nearly die due to the nature of his work and his existence and may do so in such a manner that both will be told of it or be near it, and Petrana even if she chose to remain in their room from hereon out will still be a rifter who could vanish between his hands right now, and Julius insists on making so much of what could be a desk job—

Well, he can joke a little about underestimating the large lizard creature who nearly killed him. ]

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