The Tailor loved the Neath. London itself they were at best ambivalent to, but the Neath? The Neath was everything. For all the reasons the Socialite said, yes, but beyond the things the Tailor took for granted, like Jack, like the rain and snow, like the opportunity to present and dress and identify as they liked--these were all so regular to the Tailor that it hardly even registered they were special at all. But the Neath itself; big, begging to be explored, dark and expansive and theirs. Stories and secrets to be found if they could just get off this little piece of rock and go.
They met the Socialite's bright gaze. Finally, they had found something that was mutually understood.
"...a friend who can trust you with only some of them?" they asked quietly, turning the Socialite's earlier words back. "Would that still be alright?"
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Re: ... an invited guest arrives.
Date: 2025-07-01 05:25 am (UTC)The Tailor loved the Neath. London itself they were at best ambivalent to, but the Neath? The Neath was everything. For all the reasons the Socialite said, yes, but beyond the things the Tailor took for granted, like Jack, like the rain and snow, like the opportunity to present and dress and identify as they liked--these were all so regular to the Tailor that it hardly even registered they were special at all. But the Neath itself; big, begging to be explored, dark and expansive and theirs. Stories and secrets to be found if they could just get off this little piece of rock and go.
They met the Socialite's bright gaze. Finally, they had found something that was mutually understood.
"...a friend who can trust you with only some of them?" they asked quietly, turning the Socialite's earlier words back. "Would that still be alright?"