[ The number of days, whichever it is, is an entirely unsuspicious one. One crafted not by what would I do, but what would I be expected to do; a one-woman show for an as yet unknown audience. And how would Bastien be cast? A friend, a dear one, even, but also the love and lover of her love and lover... and if whoever watches has been watching for long enough to know what would keep her in Val Fontaine, they will have watched long enough to see her covet Byerly Rutyer as jealously as the ocean does the ships it wrecks and takes to hold forever in its depths. And so Alexandrie waits.
And so does Bastien.
And then finally there he is, and there they are, and she's swept up in his arms and smelling the cigarette smoke in his hair, and returning the embrace fiercely, and if her shriek of surprised laughter rings too loud and bright to be entirely sincere, the smile that follows and the warmth and relief in her eyes are real. ]
Oh lĂ , Bastien!
[ She raises her hands between their bodies where they are hidden by his arms, lays them on his chest to gently push them apart and free herself—
And signs being watched there against him while she smiles, playfully scolds. ]
We may celebrate my visit without wrinkling my dress!
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And so does Bastien.
And then finally there he is, and there they are, and she's swept up in his arms and smelling the cigarette smoke in his hair, and returning the embrace fiercely, and if her shriek of surprised laughter rings too loud and bright to be entirely sincere, the smile that follows and the warmth and relief in her eyes are real. ]
Oh lĂ , Bastien!
[ She raises her hands between their bodies where they are hidden by his arms, lays them on his chest to gently push them apart and free herself—
And signs being watched there against him while she smiles, playfully scolds. ]
We may celebrate my visit without wrinkling my dress!