[ Alexandrie smiles wryly into her coffee and sips it, letting it be bitter and unmitigated on her tongue. Raises eyebrows and shoulders and then drops them. ]
But I do not like to tell the truth about the things that matter to me either. Not to anyone who I do not think will hold it softly.
[ And then she is examining him curiously over the rim of the cup with the hawkish interest she has when people do something that makes her want to pick them up and turn them around in her hands to see if she can figure out how they work. ]
Have you always listened like an heirloom trunk in the attic, or were you taught?
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[ Alexandrie smiles wryly into her coffee and sips it, letting it be bitter and unmitigated on her tongue. Raises eyebrows and shoulders and then drops them. ]
But I do not like to tell the truth about the things that matter to me either. Not to anyone who I do not think will hold it softly.
[ And then she is examining him curiously over the rim of the cup with the hawkish interest she has when people do something that makes her want to pick them up and turn them around in her hands to see if she can figure out how they work. ]
Have you always listened like an heirloom trunk in the attic, or were you taught?