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Funerary Rites 27: Company
Oct. 17th, 2018 05:23 pm🔑
It would have been nice to sit there with Erramun for a while — perhaps forever, and certainly at least for a few minutes. Senga knew she was feeling a little raw about the whole mess and she imagined that Erramun was not feeling particularly better. The way he kept on reaching up to touch his neck, the way that he would look sidelong at her as if expecting something — what, she hadn’t figured out yet. Orders? Complaints? — the way he’d reacted when she’d shown him his room…
She couldn’t afford to baby him any more than she could afford to be afraid of him. But still… She waited until he had dropped his hand again and then brushed her fingertips over the marks around his neck. “I think it goes well with you. It looks like you looked the first time I met you—”
read on…
It would have been nice to sit there with Erramun for a while — perhaps forever, and certainly at least for a few minutes. Senga knew she was feeling a little raw about the whole mess and she imagined that Erramun was not feeling particularly better. The way he kept on reaching up to touch his neck, the way that he would look sidelong at her as if expecting something — what, she hadn’t figured out yet. Orders? Complaints? — the way he’d reacted when she’d shown him his room…
She couldn’t afford to baby him any more than she could afford to be afraid of him. But still… She waited until he had dropped his hand again and then brushed her fingertips over the marks around his neck. “I think it goes well with you. It looks like you looked the first time I met you—”
read on…
