[ a flick of her eyes skims his knees, flitting back to his face. her eyebrows lift, almost expectant. or what would be expectant, if she were solemnly committed to the idea. breezily, she continues, ]
That's alright. But I'll have to postpone my forgiveness until my conditions are met.
[ surely he doesn't care for her absolution at all. that he's even extended an explanation to her is more than she might have expected, after his seeming apathy; more than some others have bothered to give her, in fact. there's no need to press for more than the truth. if there were any doubt she wouldn't hold him to some sort of contrition, she taps a drumming rhythm on the back of a book's binding, and then moves to skirt past him.
there's still a spot in the sunlight and a questionably written book calling her name, after all. ( more than that, there's no need to scurry back to her room and pretend she's not going to read, now, just to save face. ) ]
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[ a flick of her eyes skims his knees, flitting back to his face. her eyebrows lift, almost expectant. or what would be expectant, if she were solemnly committed to the idea. breezily, she continues, ]
That's alright. But I'll have to postpone my forgiveness until my conditions are met.
[ surely he doesn't care for her absolution at all. that he's even extended an explanation to her is more than she might have expected, after his seeming apathy; more than some others have bothered to give her, in fact. there's no need to press for more than the truth. if there were any doubt she wouldn't hold him to some sort of contrition, she taps a drumming rhythm on the back of a book's binding, and then moves to skirt past him.
there's still a spot in the sunlight and a questionably written book calling her name, after all. ( more than that, there's no need to scurry back to her room and pretend she's not going to read, now, just to save face. ) ]