Lanoria made a fuss over her comparatively minor wound. Biting at her lip, she watched blood leak from the scrape on her palm. It felt like a tragedy. She was aware of movement in the house, the sound of boots on the floor. A growing presence as it approached her.
He was addressing her. He was addressing her. Her Darcy. His voice didn’t boom but the baritone cut through the silence and filled the space around her. She had heard his voice before but it wasn’t the same as when the sound waves actually reverberated around her.
Her head shot up away from the wound that still bled and she rose suddenly to her full height. Robes swirled around her legs and feet. She padded on bare feet towards him, her robes caught broken glass and dragged it with her.
“Darcy!”
She held her hands out as if she were incoming for an embrace. Where she got the idea that she could hug a man whose home she’d entered without permission waking him up by breaking his things is a mystery.
“I came to-”
As she stepped her foot caught more glass slicing her heel. “Ouch.” She stumbled forward and caught herself shakily on a bookcase. Bloodied hand slipped and knocked books and a picture from the case. “That really hurts.” She was practically whining her pain at him.
Lanoria was still adjusting to maneuvering in a physical form. She wasn’t a quick learner either.
He was addressing her. He was addressing her. Her Darcy. His voice didn’t boom but the baritone cut through the silence and filled the space around her. She had heard his voice before but it wasn’t the same as when the sound waves actually reverberated around her.
Her head shot up away from the wound that still bled and she rose suddenly to her full height. Robes swirled around her legs and feet. She padded on bare feet towards him, her robes caught broken glass and dragged it with her.
“Darcy!”
She held her hands out as if she were incoming for an embrace. Where she got the idea that she could hug a man whose home she’d entered without permission waking him up by breaking his things is a mystery.
“I came to-”
As she stepped her foot caught more glass slicing her heel. “Ouch.” She stumbled forward and caught herself shakily on a bookcase. Bloodied hand slipped and knocked books and a picture from the case. “That really hurts.” She was practically whining her pain at him.
Lanoria was still adjusting to maneuvering in a physical form. She wasn’t a quick learner either.
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