"And the streets," she continues, slightly suspicious, "they must've been at the base of big hills?"
The response was easy, sure, but something is as off as a soured barrel of ale. But it's that same feeling, that lump right there in her chest, that she's had since he told her about the other tavern. Milliways. Lips pursed, Abigail considers how to proceed.
"Tell me," she says, leaning down to kiss the top of his head; she stays like that, gently rubbing her cheek against him.
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Date: 2009-05-02 04:11 am (UTC)The response was easy, sure, but something is as off as a soured barrel of ale. But it's that same feeling, that lump right there in her chest, that she's had since he told her about the other tavern. Milliways. Lips pursed, Abigail considers how to proceed.
"Tell me," she says, leaning down to kiss the top of his head; she stays like that, gently rubbing her cheek against him.