[A fine spike of fondness, unexpected, for the comparison of rings. This storybook pirate—
Leander needn't wonder what he would think of it. Would he be surprised? Yes, and then no. Concerned, absolutely—for he is ever worried of what Leander will do, as much as he might deny any responsibility. Would he try to warn Flint away? How would such a meeting look?
Pleasure spreads warm for the thought of it, for the rings, for the evening's memory of a terror-gasp and the tenderly sculpted impression of his hand now worn by a Kirkwall fence.]
I think I'll stay.
[And how rarely is Leander's intent not couched in etiquette?]
no subject
Leander needn't wonder what he would think of it. Would he be surprised? Yes, and then no. Concerned, absolutely—for he is ever worried of what Leander will do, as much as he might deny any responsibility. Would he try to warn Flint away? How would such a meeting look?
Pleasure spreads warm for the thought of it, for the rings, for the evening's memory of a terror-gasp and the tenderly sculpted impression of his hand now worn by a Kirkwall fence.]
I think I'll stay.
[And how rarely is Leander's intent not couched in etiquette?]
We've some plans to firm up, do we not?