recall the night you melted my ugliness away

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor is oddly quiet today. He's not hacking at things, though he is sitting on the porch with his sword across his knees. Not sharpening it either, though, just leaning back on his hands and watching the sky. He keeps going over the past night in disbelief, wondering if on rethinking some unexpected catch will reveal itself. It hasn't yet.

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[belize_queen]

The friend who slips next to him doesn't talk - Belize knows better than to interrupt a brooding me.

Besides, Sandor knows he's there. He'll talk when he's ready.

[dontcallmeser]

Sandor turns his head slowly to examine Belize, eyebrow not quite raised. And says nothing, for a moment, waiting to see if Belize will explain his presence.

[belize_queen]

"I feel like I should apologize for interrupting your brooding," Belize says quietly. "You alright, big guy?"

[dontcallmeser]

"Don't bother," briefly.

He shifts his shoulders back, frowning a little more. "Yes. I'm fine."

[sophie_darling]

Sophie walks by - perhaps with Sophia in tow, typist willing? - she wandered out alone, possibly while her not!parents were busy snogging napping.

She brightens up when she sees Sandor, and goes to him with a wide, wide grin.

"Hound!"

[dontcallmeser]

Typist is willing! And Sandor notices the dog first and does smile. "Well, hello." He jerks his head at Sophia. "Your dog?"

[sophie_darling]

"Her name is Sophia," Sophie says with a wide grin. She scratches her behind the ears, and adds, "She's Uncle Cal's dog, really. I'm just taking her for a walk."

[dontcallmeser]

He holds out a hand, not standing, letting her come to him. "Looks like a pretty little thing."

[pandora_antioch]

Shortly after sunset, that strange vampire woman materializes on the other side of the railing, because Pandora likes to make an entrance.

"Well, aren't we thoughtful, today."

She looks pleased, though.

[dontcallmeser]

That strange vampire woman. He starts to his feet in a moment, then quiets, a little, on realizing who it is, though still slightly tense.

"More than usual, yes."

[pandora_antioch]

"So I see," she replies with a bit of a closed-lip grin. "And what about, then, pray tell?"

She's eerily joyful.

[dontcallmeser]

She is, and it makes the hair on his neck stand on end, a little. "Enough things. Does it matter so much?"

[fairy_fingers]

Angelique was only exploring - the banner is coming along well, but she feels that she needs to take a break from her new project (even if she is passionate about it in a very inordinate way).

She was just on her way to the lake, but she hesitates when she sees Sandor.

This is one heathen who manages to kill her patience. He's not good for her.

[dontcallmeser]

He's watching her, quietly, eyes half narrowed. It's the stupid bleating ship girl who exasperated him so much. And who hit altogether too close to home.

His right hand works, once.

[fairy_fingers]

She glances at him, and decides she shouldn't be afraid - if he kills her, then she will be a martyr. At any rate, she probably should find a way to be less temperamental around him.

So off she goes, with a polite nod of acknowledgement, and a timid glance.

[dontcallmeser]

His mouth twitches, almost amused. "Decided to play polite, girl?"

[phedre_25]

And here is Phedre - she's almost all healed, safe for a few concealed bruises, and with a book in hand.

She was just about to go read out, a little, some poetry about the Holy Grail.

She pauses, when she sees him, and clears her throat, almost timidly.

[dontcallmeser]

He half turns, surprised, and then stands, taking the sword with him, though it stays loose at his side. And inclines his head, with that curious little half tilt to his own that's almost - you, who are you? but not quite.

"Lady." Speak of the devil.

[phedre_25]

She inclines her head in turn, and her voice is soft and rich, as usual when she speaks.

"Only Phèdre, if you please."

[dontcallmeser]

Her voice almost makes him shiver. The effect she has on him is powerful, really.

"Do you always allow such formality?" In his own low growl of a voice.