Re: rory & clementine ; tour
He smiled again, barbed suitor fangs charming as a fresh razor when they caught the light. It was because she said her father hadn't cared for the Irish, and Rory didn't catch the irony of it all, but he thought it was funny anyway. "Trust that I won't let that break my heart." There were plenty of those kinds, no matter where a man went. Hypocrisy and judgements falling upon him like a tidal wave of hydrochloric acid and nuclear waste. And since he'd died? It bothered Rory even less. He was still Irish, Erin go bragh and all, but now that he was something not quite human? Things were different.
Things like his sense of smell. It was bloodhound keen, and now that he was close enough to be holding the birdie's hand? He knew that there was something different about her. He didn't know what it was, but it was there under the surface, and it made the dark brushstrokes of his eyebrows twitch to form subtle arches of shadow on an otherwise pale face.