Yseult seems to notice his hand then, though she'd hardly have missed it, and reaches out to meet it with some degree of hesitation or at least distraction. But her grip is firm, palm cool. She watches her fingers settle around his.
"The last time I wondered about a father or some other mystery family I was ten years old and shivering myself to sleep on a rooftop." There's some derisive note in her tone, consigning such notions to childhood or desperation or both. "Is it weaker to want it or not to?"
"I don't think it's weakness." Eyes still on the line, he can see their hands in his periphery. He doesn't need to see them. He has seen them, joined, so often, that he has memorized the way they look. Even when she lays her hand over his, fingers only loosely laced, he knows the way that looks. "Either way I don't think it is. I think it's just--knowing."
The line tugs, once, sharp. Darras tightens his hand on the fishing pole. The line goes slack again, almost instantly, but he doesn't relax just yet.
"The things we've seen--or dreamed--about the future--is it weakness, knowing that? Or wanthign to know what could happen?"
"Probably. Wanting anything too much is a weakness. Especially something so uncertain." Her tone is matter-of-fact, but there's a note of frustration creeping in through the disappearing gap between her jaws. She doesn't want to know; she's now even more sure of that.
"I'll think about it."
She drops his hand and rises, careful as ever not to unbalance the boat, and moves to take over the line. "Let's get back, we've enough for dinner."
Darras gives over the line easily enough. Yseult has proved herself clever with fishing, as she is clever with nearly all things. His gaze lingers on her a moment longer, a faint furrow to his brow. She's looking at the water now. She might be able to see him out of her periphery anyways, or sense his look.
"There's a fish on the line, nearly. Wait a moment longer and we'll have one more, and isn't that better."
(The trick is being clever at following directions; that's Yseult's real skill.) She's given the line a tug to start reeling it back in around the spool, but pauses at Darras's request. A huff of breath out her nose signals she's not in agreement with his logic, but she leaves off, giving him and the fish a moment more.
She doesn't say anything, just watches the line, hands poised.
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Date: 2022-10-14 04:30 am (UTC)"The last time I wondered about a father or some other mystery family I was ten years old and shivering myself to sleep on a rooftop." There's some derisive note in her tone, consigning such notions to childhood or desperation or both. "Is it weaker to want it or not to?"
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Date: 2022-10-25 03:35 am (UTC)The line tugs, once, sharp. Darras tightens his hand on the fishing pole. The line goes slack again, almost instantly, but he doesn't relax just yet.
"The things we've seen--or dreamed--about the future--is it weakness, knowing that? Or wanthign to know what could happen?"
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Date: 2022-10-26 03:21 am (UTC)"I'll think about it."
She drops his hand and rises, careful as ever not to unbalance the boat, and moves to take over the line. "Let's get back, we've enough for dinner."
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Date: 2022-10-26 04:14 am (UTC)"There's a fish on the line, nearly. Wait a moment longer and we'll have one more, and isn't that better."
sorry i wrote this in my head and only my head
Date: 2022-11-04 03:52 am (UTC)She doesn't say anything, just watches the line, hands poised.