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Some conversations, it was difficult to be enthusiastic about. Maladicta'd had a few of them since her arrival on the island. Most of them had been with William. This would be another one. Lucky William.
There were difficult confessions and there were difficult confessions. This was both.
She was in thin cotton pants that had been cut off just below the knee and her red military tunic, sleeves rolled to the elbow and front undone. This was in no way a tactical approach to the conversation. She was seated on their bed and waiting for either of her betrothed to show up, because she had to tell them both. She sort of hoped Sacharissa would be first. It was just instinctual- Sacharissa gave William A Talking To quite frequently, but her attempts with Maladicta had always fallen slightly short and, recently at least, ended with soft embraces.
At least, ended with said embraces more quickly than a conversation with an agitated William was prone to. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead and ran her other hand over the back of her neck, and waited.
There were difficult confessions and there were difficult confessions. This was both.
She was in thin cotton pants that had been cut off just below the knee and her red military tunic, sleeves rolled to the elbow and front undone. This was in no way a tactical approach to the conversation. She was seated on their bed and waiting for either of her betrothed to show up, because she had to tell them both. She sort of hoped Sacharissa would be first. It was just instinctual- Sacharissa gave William A Talking To quite frequently, but her attempts with Maladicta had always fallen slightly short and, recently at least, ended with soft embraces.
At least, ended with said embraces more quickly than a conversation with an agitated William was prone to. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead and ran her other hand over the back of her neck, and waited.