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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote2019-09-10 03:02 pm
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-03-08 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is not in the least bit exciting. But she finds for the moment that is perfectly acceptable. It makes it much easier to pretend she doesn't care who is watching them as they make their way from the corridor, or how red her face must be. Look at them. They are perfectly fine.]

Oh? I had no idea you were such a voracious reader, Mr. Ellis. You must tell me what sorts of books you like best. I might be able to recommend a few of my favorites, and then we could discuss them when we make our way out to study new rifts and so on. A small club, as it were.

[It's all fine.]
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-03-08 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Actually that will be better. It is closer to the Seneschal's office than to the ferry slip, and she can pretend to find something there which requires her immediate attention.]

Ah, yes I am. There is a requisitions list I need to fetch from my little desk there. I can write down a selection of titles as well.
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-03-10 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
I have not. I thought it best to leave him to his own devices to begin with - to allow for a period of acclimation, as it were.

[Which sounds to her absent ear like a good thing to say instead of 'I've been busy and only have so much patience for describing the names of the calendar months.' Not that Mr. Fitz has asked. But she can imagine a conversation like that.

—Though. Come to think of it, someone should see him more well acquainted with the work.]
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-03-14 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't know. [A sniff. It's fine.] I found my feet very quickly, you see. Metaphorically speaking. Despite the twisted ankle.
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-03-25 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[So it is. The door is half closed, no doubt to discourage visitors. It is late in the day and sometimes the Seneschal's nerves are quite shot indeed by this hour.

Wysteria quietly removes her hand from inside the angle of his arm.]


And come to think of it now that we are here, there is a report I've been avoiding. I should see to it.
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[personal profile] heirring 2020-03-25 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, she doesn't quite understand his meaning - just the reassuring warmth of his hand and how earnest the shape of it all seems. And then, once the use of it penetrates, she is blinking rapidly to fight down the prickling sensation behind her eyes.]

Yes of course. [Said absently. Her hand shifts, fingers setting so she can squeeze his in return. It is like a thank you or a promise.] I'm always so grateful. To discuss books.

[Then her hand is gone from his. She smooths down her skirt and tucks some stray tangle of pale hair away.] Good day, Mr. Ellis. [And in a flurry of skirts slipping through the doorway, she is gone entirely save for the bright quality of her voice from the room beyond: 'Oh Seneschal, you are still here—']