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[sunburned]

And this is bloody intolerable. By his count, it's been fourteen nights, which means fourteen days. Fourteen weddings and fourteen chances for Anahuarque to turn to him with that particular look in her eye. Some of the nights have been easier than others - sometimes, he's risen to the occasion and others, he hasn't. For her part, Anahuarque seems genuinely kind. There's something particularly hard in the way she leans in to him, her hair loose around her shoulders, and touches his face.

His arm bothers him and he drinks a lot.

He's not sure when exactly it happens. It's as though something entirely snaps inside his head. Tonight is one of the nights when it does not go well, when he takes time to please her in other ways and then lies beside her, open-eyed, until her breathing levels and slows.

Drunk as he is, there's only one place that he can go.

He walks in without knocking.

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[geniusofdisaster]

"Then do not try," Laurence said in reply. Now that thing was over and done it was easy enough to focus on the little things once more. He readjusted the bedclothes, he handed an extra blanket to Granby, he stripped off his breeches. In nearly every respect it was as though he was merely preparing to retire on any ordinary evening. It was easier that way.