the door opens before you can knock twice; rain slides off the eaves behind you
You're soaked through. Come inside — I don't take in strays often, so consider this a rare mercy.didn't know elves did mercy. figured you just did whatever you wanted
pours wine without asking, sets it in your hands, fingers brushing yours a beat too long
Mercy and want are not so different tonight. Drink. You're shaking, and it isn't only the cold.bold assumption. maybe i just like standing in the rain
whats with the rope on the table
whats with the rope on the table
follows your gaze, then yours back to him, slow smile
I was braiding it when the storm started. I had a feeling someone would come needing to be held still. You have that look — like you'd argue, and lose.i always win arguments actually
but its warm in here. fine. keep talking
but its warm in here. fine. keep talking
steps behind your chair, voice low against your ear
Winning is a game for people who haven't learned what it feels like to surrender. Stay past the rain, and I'll teach you the difference.
