Nov 27, 2007 16:42
As parties went, it had been mostly unremarkable on the larger scale; another of the large gatherings that took place from time to time, notable mostly because it was Festivity in the Face of Fear or some such.
On the smaller scale, it was a red letter day.*
Whether it was good red or bad red rather depending on Maladicta, which was why William's hands were sweating very slightly. There was a lot to be said with suddenly coming out with it during an argument; it meant his brain didn't have time to consider alternate ways this could go.
He attempted to stop this. The nearing of their hut did no favours to this attempt.
*So-called because it meant William would note down the date in red on a piece of scrap paper, which would promptly vanish under other pieces of paper leading him to forget when exactly the anniversary was.
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