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(Returns a forlorn, resigned look, but with the embers of faint longing and deep admiration burning in those eyes. She understands. She's not angry. She's just a little sad, like always...)
…
(Holds nice and still as Yvette makes her quiet exit, the Escort having left the door cracked open a bit.)
(and now i rest.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-She scurries downstairs, depositing Simón gently on the couch and sitting down on the floor beside it, shaking-
-And then sobbing, the glow in her eyes fading-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Solace distractedly took one hand with an outstretched pointer finger, rubbing it with the fingers of her other hand, balled both hands up and took one to circle, top over bottom, over the other, and then rotated an open palm as she moved it towards and slightly behind her shoulder.
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Solace didn't look for a moment like she was sneaking around, really. She looked as if she had been up on the roof for ages, simply unnoticed by others, but her playing was good, years of talent subtly showing through the relaxed playing.
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