There are some dramatic metaphors he could deploy upon seeing either of them again. They have to do with shipwrecks beneath calm waters, the cold currents and churn of restless sea soil. There had been an acknowledging nod at the seeming urgency and then a borderline funerary silence to follow.
There is tea. He picks up the cup nearest, a slightly impolite spidering of his hand over top that ignores the delicate handle. ]
I'd prefer to be, [ he says, digging his voice up out of him as if with a shovel. ]
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There are some dramatic metaphors he could deploy upon seeing either of them again. They have to do with shipwrecks beneath calm waters, the cold currents and churn of restless sea soil. There had been an acknowledging nod at the seeming urgency and then a borderline funerary silence to follow.
There is tea. He picks up the cup nearest, a slightly impolite spidering of his hand over top that ignores the delicate handle. ]
I'd prefer to be, [ he says, digging his voice up out of him as if with a shovel. ]