[he isn't cowed by her look, when he meets it. blonde hair and dark clothing, and eyes that all wrapped into an impression of Morgan, though she looks far different beyond that. it was a time for revisiting ghosts, he supposes, with who he's run across and the time to contemplate the past.
it's a careless sort of happiness that clings to him, the unpleasantness of these circumstances sinking to the bottom to be dismissed in time. challenges to be overcome, things to discover. it wouldn't be half as fun if it was all easy.]
And yours as dark as clouds across the sun.
[tears were a sorry sight on any woman. but anger? now that's intriguing, if you aren't the source of it.]
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it's a careless sort of happiness that clings to him, the unpleasantness of these circumstances sinking to the bottom to be dismissed in time. challenges to be overcome, things to discover. it wouldn't be half as fun if it was all easy.]
And yours as dark as clouds across the sun.
[tears were a sorry sight on any woman. but anger? now that's intriguing, if you aren't the source of it.]