His tone and especially the set of his shoulders knock her back. She hesitates for a minute, still on the edge of saying something more, if only to make a postponement and not an end to it. But sticking the right words on the problem is hard enough without the added pressure of his resistance and the risk of ruining this moment. She gives it up and turns back to the chest.
There's more to fold and arrange, things to pull out for an airing. There'll need to be a line run to string them on, a dozen other small chores she begins mentally cataloging for later. The rectangles of light cast across the floor grow taller as the sun rises, stretching toward the far wall, warming the flagstones as the breeze blows off the last of the morning damp. When she's finished she heads to the window, sitting in the deep sill and looking out at the land rolling down to the cliff's edge, still more green than not even this near to winter, and the sea beyond.
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Date: 2022-01-14 05:23 am (UTC)There's more to fold and arrange, things to pull out for an airing. There'll need to be a line run to string them on, a dozen other small chores she begins mentally cataloging for later. The rectangles of light cast across the floor grow taller as the sun rises, stretching toward the far wall, warming the flagstones as the breeze blows off the last of the morning damp. When she's finished she heads to the window, sitting in the deep sill and looking out at the land rolling down to the cliff's edge, still more green than not even this near to winter, and the sea beyond.