If she doesn't want to see you, she certainly won't want to see me, [ Yseult points out, but it's not a no. Instead she nods, more a slow blink than any movement of her head that might dislodge his hand, at least not until another beat has passed and she steps back altogether, putting a couple feet between them. ]
When I'm back, [ she re-confirms unnecessarily. She backpedals the first two steps, and then turns and disappears into the crowd. ]
[Wait: he wants to request it of her again, keep her stood in front of him for a moment longer. The moment feels stolen, like something he needs to work to keep alive, extended, lasting beyond these few seconds. Time is not stopping, does not stop, and moment later she has slipped free of him and has moved away into the crowd, lost to view.
And Darras is alone in the alley again. He stares after Yseult, like he can will her back.
Then he gives up that vain effort, too, and turns to go back into the tavern for another drink.]
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When I'm back, [ she re-confirms unnecessarily. She backpedals the first two steps, and then turns and disappears into the crowd. ]
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And Darras is alone in the alley again. He stares after Yseult, like he can will her back.
Then he gives up that vain effort, too, and turns to go back into the tavern for another drink.]