With a last squeeze to his hand, she drew away from him. Sitting back down beside Herbert, she gave arranged her napkin just as neatly as before, smoothing it across her lap. “So, yeah...” she said, looking up, across the table, at her sister. “I’m staying.”
“Hold on...” The Slayer waved her into silence, apparently caught up in the tale Herbert was weaving of his first encounter with Dawn.
As von Krolock took his own seat, his hands resting on the arms, he glanced towards Dawn from beneath his lashes. She was smiling, shaking her head indulgently, but there was an undeniable edge of triumph in her posture. She would be staying, of that he had no doubt, and, much to his surprise and admiration, she had ensured her sister would agree to it.
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Date: 2006-03-20 10:58 am (UTC)“Hold on...” The Slayer waved her into silence, apparently caught up in the tale Herbert was weaving of his first encounter with Dawn.
As von Krolock took his own seat, his hands resting on the arms, he glanced towards Dawn from beneath his lashes. She was smiling, shaking her head indulgently, but there was an undeniable edge of triumph in her posture.
She would be staying, of that he had no doubt, and, much to his surprise and admiration, she had ensured her sister would agree to it.