winter has come too late

[northseaflotsam]

He comes out of the bedroom as if he's been there all along -- a little tousled, granted, but more or less composed, the hazardous look gone from his eyes. In its place there's a kind of quiet resolve.

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[thespaewife]

Clarissant is sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by papers and magazines, all open to articles on fishing. She has a notepad on her knee, which is rapidly filling up with notes in Latin.

She looks up. "Interesting trip?"

[northseaflotsam]

"You might say." He leans against the back of the couch, hands in his pockets, regarding her wryly. "Didn't tell me you'd met the kid."

[thespaewife]

Clar shakes her head and slides one of the papers out from under another. She frowns at it.

[northseaflotsam]

"Clar."