Marian of Knighton (_night_watchman) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-20 02:54:00 |
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Marian nearly talked herself out of coming a few times. What did she say to him? How did she broach the subject of... Well... His daydreams? It wasn't as if they were disturbing, to say the least. But they were so very-. Marian didn't know what to think of them if she were honest. Not that she was judging him for them, that wasn't it at all. Still she didn't like this feeling of awkwardness between them. Or simply within her. So chasing her hands down the front of her skirt, rather than directly over her belly where moisture would be obvious, she dried them. Following up quickly with a swift knock on the door to his flat. |