[ He should have expected that he would see her again. She has a habit of turning up when he would have her anywhere else but at his side, when he is the most vulnerable. But the moment he hears the click of her footfalls behind him he knows. His shoulders tighten, the line of his body becoming harsh and unyielding. The wine he has drunk rolls rebelliously in his stomach and he has to clench his fingers to stop them from shaking. The stretch from the tavern to the garrison now feels eternal as though his feet are stuck. It has always hurt walking away from her. His chin tilts as though he would look back at her, but he doesn't move. He does not want to see her. ]
Anne. [ His voice does not tremble. He is glad for that. ] What is it you want?
[ For all that he remains neutral he cannot help the sharp of unhappiness fall into his words. ] Have you come to bribe me once more? Is there another strip of flesh you can pull from my bones?
[ He turns finally, movements clumsy as he looks at her under the light of the moon, his expression wounded even though he would like to stare at her blankly. He cannot hide it any more. ] What? Speak. I already tire of this.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
do i need to say
I already gave you everything
There really is nothing in there left to save.
no subject
Anne. [ His voice does not tremble. He is glad for that. ] What is it you want?
[ For all that he remains neutral he cannot help the sharp of unhappiness fall into his words. ] Have you come to bribe me once more? Is there another strip of flesh you can pull from my bones?
[ He turns finally, movements clumsy as he looks at her under the light of the moon, his expression wounded even though he would like to stare at her blankly. He cannot hide it any more. ] What? Speak. I already tire of this.