hotspurred: ('neath your boots)
Henry "Hotspur" Percy ([personal profile] hotspurred) wrote in [personal profile] mismanagement 2016-06-10 12:59 am (UTC)

[Henry pauses in his task to look over his shoulder at Maketh once he realises that she is lingering in place. There is a heaviness his gaze.]

'Tis naught but impotent speculation.

[Which is both an agreement, but also a blatant dismissal. Ultimately it comes back to Iamarl's death, a topic that he will not speak of, even to Maketh.

He makes an effort to curtail his brooding, and purposely strays from talk of his worries.]


One cannot deny the usefulness of a garden and orchard. Nor their appeal.

[Any other emotion and he would not think twice about his vote.]

Should Sorrow win, a pear tree would be some small compensation. Ever have I favoured pears in confit.

[He gives her a faint half-smile.]

'Twas almost a fortnight past that I dreamt of feasting with my family. We ate a full five courses for the particular occasion. The food tasted oddly real -- due, I doubt not, to Delight's influence. I have hungered for its like since.

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