[ So caught on the threshold, with his hand still fixed on the door, Dick sizes Val de Foncé up at close range. He is sharper while sober, in the pierce of his eyes and the way he’s pressed stiff into his clothes, but also markedly less nasty. There’s no acidic prickle to the steady pressure he keeps on the door itself -- polite insistence that tapers into lighter resistance, and finally, a weary nod.
He steps wordlessly away to collect the cart.
But he doesn’t have to pretend to be thrilled about it. ]
As far as official records are concerned, half of this burned up in the abomination incident. [ He says so quietly, as he wheels it into Val’s chamber. FYI. ]
no subject
He steps wordlessly away to collect the cart.
But he doesn’t have to pretend to be thrilled about it. ]
As far as official records are concerned, half of this burned up in the abomination incident. [ He says so quietly, as he wheels it into Val’s chamber. FYI. ]