They did not look up from the cup when they asked, with an almost childlike shyness, "What was it like? On the Surface?"
It was a potentially exposing question, if one actually care to look--if one didn't get caught up in the answer, on the complex relationship they might have had with the world Up There in the light, and all the good and bad it possessed, then one might ask themself, shouldn't the Tailor know?
Their grip on the handle of the cup was tight. They still would rather ask. People around them would talk about the Sun as a thing to miss, or would talk about the world out there being more judgemental, and all they knew was here. London. Home. And sometimes it felt so small. It felt so often like something was missing, like they were trapped in a box. Was this really freer than Up There?
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Re: ... an invited guest arrives.
Date: 2025-07-01 01:26 am (UTC)It was a potentially exposing question, if one actually care to look--if one didn't get caught up in the answer, on the complex relationship they might have had with the world Up There in the light, and all the good and bad it possessed, then one might ask themself, shouldn't the Tailor know?
Their grip on the handle of the cup was tight. They still would rather ask. People around them would talk about the Sun as a thing to miss, or would talk about the world out there being more judgemental, and all they knew was here. London. Home. And sometimes it felt so small. It felt so often like something was missing, like they were trapped in a box. Was this really freer than Up There?