❛ I though you said the last time you were here you wouldn’t be visiting again ‘til the end of the month. ❜
her tone and voice is soft, lacking the general bite she reserves when he comes calling, typically so prepared for bickering. there’s a heavy exhaustion about her demeanour, solemn and withdrawn with hands restless and fumbling.
❛ I’m tired, Edwin. I hardly slept at all last night. I should hardly think I’ll make great company for the day --- ❜
it’s not a lie, but it’s an excuse meant to draw attention from her miserable state, skin ghost - pale and eyes sad. exhausted was justifiable without being questionable. she doesn’t want him prying, doesn’t want him pushing her buttons to get a rise out of her today. her present state is too delicate, and he is too careless to step gingerly where her emotions are concerned. she won’t tell him what is on her mind, and she doesn’t expect him to know on his own. of the many skills he likes to boast, keen perception doesn’t tend to be amongst their ranks.
she grasps his hands, hold firm yet trembling, blue eyes clouded with watery distress.
❛ I can’t bear to bicker or fight with you today, Eddy. please --- will you promise to be soft & gentle with me ? ❜
&&. @edwindroodle