Re: second class smoking room
Charming chuckles when the god leaps from his hot seat quick as a cat, but the laughter dies when the god stumbles. He didn't notice the leg when he was seated, too distracted by the smoke, heat and conversation. It isn't pity that made the laughter die away, but consideration. What does a broken part mean to a being of such obvious magical proportions?
"She did," Charming says. He tries to cover himself in that, haul it around his shoulders like a shock blanket, but it's not enough. It doesn't explain her lack of a face in a memory, her utter absence of defining features except beautiful hair, attractive clothes, and a need for rescuing. "I think."
Charming is splintered down the middle and not quite the picture of a modern major general, but even he notices when something seems amiss. The statement that one just lives, that makes sense and rings true. The one about love sounds hollow as a dead tree, and he cants a brow upward. "But you don't speak from experience. You wouldn't be so foolish as to love, lest the betrayal come sneaking up."