It’s a strange little noise, the start of something he can’t finish. His lips sink into a pout, he turns away to sip his drink as though stalling, browline entirely stern set.
He’s been deprived of much. So much so that even divorced from it, it’s hard to see the leylines themselves. He knows he’s better off. Pleased.
But happy?
“We weren’t talking about me. This is about you, and if you don’t get back on the subject at hand, rest assured I’ll be the first to tell Ellis everything you no doubt feel for him in that delicate little chest of yours.”
no subject
It’s a strange little noise, the start of something he can’t finish. His lips sink into a pout, he turns away to sip his drink as though stalling, browline entirely stern set.
He’s been deprived of much. So much so that even divorced from it, it’s hard to see the leylines themselves. He knows he’s better off. Pleased.
But happy?
“We weren’t talking about me. This is about you, and if you don’t get back on the subject at hand, rest assured I’ll be the first to tell Ellis everything you no doubt feel for him in that delicate little chest of yours.”