( Happiness, she means, her voice so quiet and wearier with the thought-
She knows what he means, too, the time he never asked her questions about, the grief that burned through her like she was kindling, burned out everything but that grief and left her bereft in its wake, a puzzle box closed around nothing. He was there, when being there was all she needed, and he has the right to say things to her others do not. )
No one ever showed me.
( Did the Comte look happy, sighting down the end of a crossbow? Probably not. He looks happy, sometimes, but it's a trick of the light and if you look him right in the eyes at the wrong moment you can see it; the shadow there that he has always lived with, that follows his daughter still. )
He's so determined to. And I look at him, and I think I could.
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( Happiness, she means, her voice so quiet and wearier with the thought-
She knows what he means, too, the time he never asked her questions about, the grief that burned through her like she was kindling, burned out everything but that grief and left her bereft in its wake, a puzzle box closed around nothing. He was there, when being there was all she needed, and he has the right to say things to her others do not. )
No one ever showed me.
( Did the Comte look happy, sighting down the end of a crossbow? Probably not. He looks happy, sometimes, but it's a trick of the light and if you look him right in the eyes at the wrong moment you can see it; the shadow there that he has always lived with, that follows his daughter still. )
He's so determined to. And I look at him, and I think I could.