"She was. I've met few people like her." Ossie's one of them. So unlike Patricia's quiet melancholy in so many ways, yet somehow he evokes a similar feeling in Dimitri.
Oh, but Dimitri knows that pause all too well. And that repetition, less smooth than Ossie usually is, the trace of words thought better of at the last moment. Dimitri's not about to pry, though, and Ossie spares him a fumbling apology.
"More tea would be nice, thank you," he answers. He cradles the freshly-warmed cup delicately, watching the deep amber shimmer of light onto the ceramic. Formless thoughts circle without settling.
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Date: 2023-03-09 02:44 am (UTC)Oh, but Dimitri knows that pause all too well. And that repetition, less smooth than Ossie usually is, the trace of words thought better of at the last moment. Dimitri's not about to pry, though, and Ossie spares him a fumbling apology.
"More tea would be nice, thank you," he answers. He cradles the freshly-warmed cup delicately, watching the deep amber shimmer of light onto the ceramic. Formless thoughts circle without settling.