[ God, she's so...chipper. He blinks, watches Iona fly over the counter in a flurry of fabric, and...
...well, he laughs, because what else is there to do? He also incidentally moves forward and takes her hand, pressing the back of it to cold lips in a practiced, almost exasperated fashion. ]
À bientôt, j'espère.
[ What he wants is the opposite of what he just said: "later, I hope", because God knows she could do without his brand of specialness and he could do without being subjected to emotions, but, well.
He's good at saying one thing and meaning another. ]
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...well, he laughs, because what else is there to do? He also incidentally moves forward and takes her hand, pressing the back of it to cold lips in a practiced, almost exasperated fashion. ]
À bientôt, j'espère.
[ What he wants is the opposite of what he just said: "later, I hope", because God knows she could do without his brand of specialness and he could do without being subjected to emotions, but, well.
He's good at saying one thing and meaning another. ]
If you find yourself in 1879 again, do visit.