[ There's a moment where something cuts through the veneer of daydreaming, when she actually has to think about what it'd be like for someone to simply want to be with her for more than a few hours, a night, a day. A novel concept, really. Then the introspection is smoothed over again. ]
I guess that depends on if they'll come with me when I wander, or if they'd want me to stay put.
Oh, nonsense and rubbish. Whole shelves of mysteries and adventures—and a hidden trove of romances that stretch the boundaries of good taste, where the eleven children could not find them. Or where we could all pretend they had not found them. Of course they would. Children are clever.
[ Barely paying attention to what he's saying, because share a bed and actually sleep is such a simple thing to want. And he sympathizes.
But they're talking about happy things. ]
And once I had finished them all, a new crate every month.
I'd visit often, and whenever you tired of a book I'd take it and read it and the next we visited I'd tell you about my favorite parts and purposefully mispronounce your favorite character's name.
[ It's the simplest wants that break her, time and time again. She doesn't want much, and yet it always seems to be too much. ]
[ A lethal blow! Athessa hams it up, letting her head fall back and her body slump slowly towards the ground. For the drama, she reaches up past the edge of the bench, clasping at nothing before her arm falls with a soft paff when her wrist hits grass. And thus, she dies. ]
Death rattle. [ Because it's funnier to say death rattle than to just make one. ]
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[ There's a moment where something cuts through the veneer of daydreaming, when she actually has to think about what it'd be like for someone to simply want to be with her for more than a few hours, a night, a day. A novel concept, really. Then the introspection is smoothed over again. ]
I guess that depends on if they'll come with me when I wander, or if they'd want me to stay put.
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[ Instead of laying awake with nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat in the dark. ]
What books would your widow-widower have for you to read?
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[ Barely paying attention to what he's saying, because share a bed and actually sleep is such a simple thing to want. And he sympathizes.
But they're talking about happy things. ]
And once I had finished them all, a new crate every month.
Would you come visit me?
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I'd visit often, and whenever you tired of a book I'd take it and read it and the next we visited I'd tell you about my favorite parts and purposefully mispronounce your favorite character's name.
[ It's the simplest wants that break her, time and time again. She doesn't want much, and yet it always seems to be too much. ]
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[ Preemptive, good-natured. ]
Never mind. You are not invited.
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And to think I gave you a key to my estate!
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Death rattle. [ Because it's funnier to say death rattle than to just make one. ]
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She died as she lived, [ he says to no one, since Athessa is dead; ] ridiculous and endearing.