The sun is setting now, the shadows coming across the water. The sea, too, is darker now, but the wind stays mild, playfully tousling the heads of the waves like a fond uncle. The chill still creeps into Darras. The crisp recounting of the cruelty is Yseult to its core, the same business-like tone she adopts when reading reports, when reading a section of a history book, when telling him some fact of her life.
And the chill in Darras fades as anger heats in him, from the inside out. His fingers tighten on their grip on the fishing line.
He doesn't say anything, yet. He looks back at Yseult. He's the one to break that eye contact, so he can look blackly out across the water.
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Date: 2021-11-14 11:22 pm (UTC)And the chill in Darras fades as anger heats in him, from the inside out. His fingers tighten on their grip on the fishing line.
He doesn't say anything, yet. He looks back at Yseult. He's the one to break that eye contact, so he can look blackly out across the water.