:The day that I begin expecting any of this is the day that couerretenne theory begins to make a modicum of sense.:
So…the next book. Felix slips around, ringing Gideon with the slight brush of a shoulder. Gideon looks suspicious, pinched — an expression that he’s grown increasingly familiar with over the year they’ve lived together. Paranoia seems to come over him with the same deliberated steeping of his smiles. His own moods have always been such changeable, fleeting things; where Gideon stews, Felix forgets he left the burner on and lights up the kitchen. He knows that about himself, and he knows enough about Gideon not to like letting that unrest alone.
Still, it’s an irritation to encounter it now, of all times. He hasn’t seen the man in a star’s age, and here’s Gideon looking at him like he’s come home with someone else’s cravat.
:I’ve missed you.:
He finally says, because what else is there to say? Felix turns back to the castle ahead, exchanging a brief glower with the fanged woman as she passes.
“Powers, we really better get up there, I don’t know when they close the gates. Come along,” He adds, with the sort of voice he uses when he wants something, but not badly enough that he’ll admit to asking. “They’ll have food -- though I wouldn't touch the wine unless you harbour some secret longing to drink fermented mud -- we can talk it over with dinner."
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:The day that I begin expecting any of this is the day that couerretenne theory begins to make a modicum of sense.:
So…the next book.Felix slips around, ringing Gideon with the slight brush of a shoulder. Gideon looks suspicious, pinched — an expression that he’s grown increasingly familiar with over the year they’ve lived together. Paranoia seems to come over him with the same deliberated steeping of his smiles. His own moods have always been such changeable, fleeting things; where Gideon stews, Felix forgets he left the burner on and lights up the kitchen. He knows that about himself, and he knows enough about Gideon not to like letting that unrest alone.Still, it’s an irritation to encounter it now, of all times. He hasn’t seen the man in a star’s age, and here’s Gideon looking at him like he’s come home with someone else’s cravat.
:I’ve missed you.:
He finally says, because what else is there to say? Felix turns back to the castle ahead, exchanging a brief glower with the fanged woman as she passes.
“Powers, we really better get up there, I don’t know when they close the gates. Come along,” He adds, with the sort of voice he uses when he wants something, but not badly enough that he’ll admit to asking. “They’ll have food -- though I wouldn't touch the wine unless you harbour some secret longing to drink fermented mud -- we can talk it over with dinner."