〈 her eyes slant to the touch on her arm. overly familiar, presumptuous…and a kindness she has scarcely received in the past decade. she wants to slap him away; she wants to take his hand.
in the end, helen does neither. drawing her veil closer around her, she draws in another trembling breath. 〉
I must. Far as I am, the proper rites must be observed.
〈 there will be games, a sacrifice. there will be wine and stories. her brothers' names will be known and remembered. but tonight…tonight—
her voice breaks. 〉 Is it selfishness to wish this night to only mourn?
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in the end, helen does neither. drawing her veil closer around her, she draws in another trembling breath. 〉
I must. Far as I am, the proper rites must be observed.
〈 there will be games, a sacrifice. there will be wine and stories. her brothers' names will be known and remembered. but tonight…tonight—
her voice breaks. 〉 Is it selfishness to wish this night to only mourn?