[he looks up from a nearby table, a large piece of cake half way to his mouth and the rest of it sitting in front of him. up until rather recently he was a dormouse and, for better or worse, his strongest instincts are still to eat or sleep, but yvaine manages to break through the dreamlike fuzz.
and all right, so she just called him a blabbering idiot and she's wet and only wearing a bathrobe and presumably has not been pulled from the same place in time as him, but who cares? because it's yvaine and boy is he ever glad to see a familiar face.
book not movie tristran & omg yvaine ilu
[he looks up from a nearby table, a large piece of cake half way to his mouth and the rest of it sitting in front of him. up until rather recently he was a dormouse and, for better or worse, his strongest instincts are still to eat or sleep, but yvaine manages to break through the dreamlike fuzz.
and all right, so she just called him a blabbering idiot and she's wet and only wearing a bathrobe and presumably has not been pulled from the same place in time as him, but who cares? because it's yvaine and boy is he ever glad to see a familiar face.
even if she is clearly not in the best of moods.]