[His hand still lay over hers, and was squeezed gently in acknowledgement and thanks. Never mind that the digits under his own were cool porcelain or that he could feel the joints of them more easily than a flesh one. She was, and always had been, a being and person to him.
He was quiet as well, letting her ponder and pondering things himself. Then with her question, an eyebrow rose and half of his mouth quirked up in a wry-smile. Dry amusement in his voice as he responded...]
Anything but Maria. Or Elizabeth. Or Eleanor. But absolutely not Maria or any variation thereof.
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Date: 2023-10-19 11:55 pm (UTC)He was quiet as well, letting her ponder and pondering things himself. Then with her question, an eyebrow rose and half of his mouth quirked up in a wry-smile. Dry amusement in his voice as he responded...]
Anything but Maria. Or Elizabeth. Or Eleanor. But absolutely not Maria or any variation thereof.