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lanselos_du_lac) wrote2024-02-01 08:45 pm
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[Open Post] ..Tuesday afternoon..
Lancelot feels that things have been a strange mix of tumult and routine. This is probably because they have. But today, so far, is routine in all respects. His day has proceeded apace through his usual steps -- drills, tending to Rivelin, coffee, lunch with Susan -- and the afternoon is now stretching out before him in a very satisfying way. He feels good, settled.
And so it is that he's in the café, reading (or mostly reading), with more coffee at hand. Given that he seems to be splitting time equally between having his eyes on his book and gazing out the window, he will not be bothered if anyone comes to chat.
And so it is that he's in the café, reading (or mostly reading), with more coffee at hand. Given that he seems to be splitting time equally between having his eyes on his book and gazing out the window, he will not be bothered if anyone comes to chat.
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He starts to change out of the slacks and figure out the jeggings. After a long pause he says, "I thank thee. Hast been patient with me, and kind."
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He thinks, briefly, that here he is allowed to use his attention, his affection, as he likes -- but he doesn't know quite what else to do with that thought, so he puts it away, focusing instead on how the sweater feels and whether he likes the look of it.
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