( while sciel seems to ponder and consider things, makes no comment whatsoever about his state of living (he's hardly been here a day), gustave tries to find comfort in what he considers his own; he sits on the edge of the best, for just enough of the light of the candle to cast over him—dramatic shadows against the topography of his face and brightness on the planes of his features.
his brow cinches for a touch at her words, hardly a change in his features caught by the little light they're in. inside, in his mind, gears turn, thoughts bounce back and forth, echoes of a night that ended in a strike of thunder and heavy rain for him.
in the end, he blows out a breath before he speaks again, )
That 'we' doesn't include me, does it?
( his voice is surprisingly calm, almost a touch indifferent—as if this is a conclusion he had drawn up for some time, prior to this conversation. there's no tightening of his expression, no trace of anger, no swathes of distress, just an odd calmness. )
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( while sciel seems to ponder and consider things, makes no comment whatsoever about his state of living (he's hardly been here a day), gustave tries to find comfort in what he considers his own; he sits on the edge of the best, for just enough of the light of the candle to cast over him—dramatic shadows against the topography of his face and brightness on the planes of his features.
his brow cinches for a touch at her words, hardly a change in his features caught by the little light they're in. inside, in his mind, gears turn, thoughts bounce back and forth, echoes of a night that ended in a strike of thunder and heavy rain for him.
in the end, he blows out a breath before he speaks again, )
That 'we' doesn't include me, does it?
( his voice is surprisingly calm, almost a touch indifferent—as if this is a conclusion he had drawn up for some time, prior to this conversation. there's no tightening of his expression, no trace of anger, no swathes of distress, just an odd calmness. )