"No. Only an honest one." Faramir's lips thin for a moment. Not that you would know much of either, he almost says. Almost. It's with an effort that he bites it back, because he can see just how petty that is, and he's trying to be an adult over all of this. Be a good man, the kind she deserves and ought to have.
He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, and turns away, knocking briskly on the door, three times. It opens a moment later, and he looks back from the doorway, still and quiet for a moment. He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again, and leaves. The guard closes the door behind him, and the key clicks in the lock, and that's that.
That is, for some hours. When he returns, it's dark outside, the candles and lanterns of the castle being lit up and down the hall. This time, when the door opens, there are two figures in the doorway. Éowyn hangs a step or two behind her husband, her eyes downcast, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable in her skin.
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Date: 2017-06-09 09:18 pm (UTC)He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, and turns away, knocking briskly on the door, three times. It opens a moment later, and he looks back from the doorway, still and quiet for a moment. He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again, and leaves. The guard closes the door behind him, and the key clicks in the lock, and that's that.
That is, for some hours. When he returns, it's dark outside, the candles and lanterns of the castle being lit up and down the hall. This time, when the door opens, there are two figures in the doorway. Éowyn hangs a step or two behind her husband, her eyes downcast, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable in her skin.