[ Alexandrie does not hide it when she startles; doesn't make excuse for the small hunch of her shoulders by brushing away a 'bug' or turning it into a shiver at the wind.
Perhaps it is because through the conscious exercise of her honesty she is becoming too slow, or too uncareful, or because she is trying to trust. Perhaps it is because she has been carrying the yawning emptiness of her secret for such a long time and she is weary and wants it to be found.
She still papers it over with something else. ]
I thought him dead once. Almost precisely two years ago, now. I would not believe it because I knew I could not survive such a thing. Lord Thor let me keep vigil as if I had been wife, even though it was over nothing but memory and artifact, and in the morning I went to the public memorial like a dead thing myself, wearing a wedding gown that I thought would never see its true use.
[ A sidelong look, a little smile that does not match the paleness of her cheeks. ]
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Perhaps it is because through the conscious exercise of her honesty she is becoming too slow, or too uncareful, or because she is trying to trust. Perhaps it is because she has been carrying the yawning emptiness of her secret for such a long time and she is weary and wants it to be found.
She still papers it over with something else. ]
I thought him dead once. Almost precisely two years ago, now. I would not believe it because I knew I could not survive such a thing. Lord Thor let me keep vigil as if I had been wife, even though it was over nothing but memory and artifact, and in the morning I went to the public memorial like a dead thing myself, wearing a wedding gown that I thought would never see its true use.
[ A sidelong look, a little smile that does not match the paleness of her cheeks. ]
And then I wore it again to be married.
It was also your memorial, yes? And here you are.