Stephen’s already dived back in and started rustling through the papers after her mention of records, his photographic memory having remembered the shape of the signature and the firm, solid print more than anything else. GERVAIS V.
“He and Wysteria would’ve gotten along. No wonder you two do,” he says, moreso thinking aloud, as he flips through the papers again. The copies of related records are an especial treat: four years old, and yet Tony’s voice rings through it as if the words were penned only yesterday. The sorcerer can’t help the ghost of a smile which flickers across his face.
He hadn’t meant to ask this particular question, but those tangents—
He looks back up, from her uncle’s writing to the angle of Gwenaëlle’s cheek, her gaze turned skyward. “Would you ever chop it off? Your anchor. You have one of the oldest, as you’ve mentioned, and as is exhaustively documented here.”
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“He and Wysteria would’ve gotten along. No wonder you two do,” he says, moreso thinking aloud, as he flips through the papers again. The copies of related records are an especial treat: four years old, and yet Tony’s voice rings through it as if the words were penned only yesterday. The sorcerer can’t help the ghost of a smile which flickers across his face.
He hadn’t meant to ask this particular question, but those tangents—
He looks back up, from her uncle’s writing to the angle of Gwenaëlle’s cheek, her gaze turned skyward. “Would you ever chop it off? Your anchor. You have one of the oldest, as you’ve mentioned, and as is exhaustively documented here.”