[He's rescued his trousers from off the floor, and he's pulled them on when she comes back into the room. Moved on to pulling on his boots when she makes that suggestion. Or is it an offer? Or a question.
Darras meets her eyes in the mirror. Sees Yseult, reflected, and himself over her shoulder. The tangle of bedsheets and the curtains at the window. She's every version of her that he's known, in the mirror. Right back to the day that he came in from the rain and saw her down the bar. And he's every version of himself as well. Used to see mirrors only in shops. Used to be a stupid child, charmed by stories, pretending life wasn't shit.
He looks back down at his boot so he can pull it on, breaking their gaze a moment.]
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Darras meets her eyes in the mirror. Sees Yseult, reflected, and himself over her shoulder. The tangle of bedsheets and the curtains at the window. She's every version of her that he's known, in the mirror. Right back to the day that he came in from the rain and saw her down the bar. And he's every version of himself as well. Used to see mirrors only in shops. Used to be a stupid child, charmed by stories, pretending life wasn't shit.
He looks back down at his boot so he can pull it on, breaking their gaze a moment.]
Who says I'm interested in space?