Jun 19, 2014
He is sad at heart, unsettled yet ready, sensing the exchange. His anger hovers near, unknowable but certain: it will either claim his coffered heart or be slaked with her answer. Mina's offence was a wrongfooting of the heart's affections, one that sears every beat beneath Hansel's chest. But unlike the heartstrings there, he is quiet. Resolved.
He watches her from across the room, heartsore and wearied, and then draws himself up beside her. Words have been scarce between them since the day at the spring, and only now do the words tumble first from his lips.
"--Mina."
"...Why didn't you tell me?"
