A half-laugh, and it carries - sharply. Cuts easily across distance, though narrow it becomes, with the effortless tread of footsteps. A predictable answer - a predictable response. He holds temptation like a chain in his hands, but it is not firm pull that greets him. It is not more than fainter trembling of shoulders - lightly: ]
Around the back of the church? [ A mirrored arching of an eyebrow, as he passes. As the snow and ice does not impede him - his balance - as he lets the current of his motion catch him. Close, but not close, as he steps easily over the walkway - turns, fluidly: ] Would it not be their own error, should they trespass?
[ Steam coils from behind teeth and off tongue - around the curve of lips - gives the illusion of smoke or fire as he shields himself beneath an overhang - rests his back against the sturdy walls of the church as though he had always known its structure, its contours. Or, perhaps, it had familiarized itself to him as he seems to abate the cold with little more than the languid slide of his hands into his pockets - the fainter tilt of his head, lazy - and out of the crosswinds. ]
The manor has lost its charms, [ offhand. An allowance, though not an answer. A means of continuing conversation, as he observes him absently - notes his tolerance of the weather. A strange anomaly, to be certain, but the snow held far less interest. ]
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A half-laugh, and it carries - sharply. Cuts easily across distance, though narrow it becomes, with the effortless tread of footsteps. A predictable answer - a predictable response. He holds temptation like a chain in his hands, but it is not firm pull that greets him. It is not more than fainter trembling of shoulders - lightly: ]
Around the back of the church? [ A mirrored arching of an eyebrow, as he passes. As the snow and ice does not impede him - his balance - as he lets the current of his motion catch him. Close, but not close, as he steps easily over the walkway - turns, fluidly: ] Would it not be their own error, should they trespass?
[ Steam coils from behind teeth and off tongue - around the curve of lips - gives the illusion of smoke or fire as he shields himself beneath an overhang - rests his back against the sturdy walls of the church as though he had always known its structure, its contours. Or, perhaps, it had familiarized itself to him as he seems to abate the cold with little more than the languid slide of his hands into his pockets - the fainter tilt of his head, lazy - and out of the crosswinds. ]
The manor has lost its charms, [ offhand. An allowance, though not an answer. A means of continuing conversation, as he observes him absently - notes his tolerance of the weather. A strange anomaly, to be certain, but the snow held far less interest. ]