Eowyn and Faramir slip away an hour or so later; slip out from under the covers, dress quickly, and head out into the hallway, hands joined, like furtive lovers afraid of being caught. The door locks behind them, silence ebbing back to fill the darkened room.
Morning comes, bright and clear, light sharp as a knife. When Jack wakes, he'll find himself alone, but there is a cup and a tray of food covered with a cloth on the table nearby, and a fire in the grate, so someone has clearly been there. He'll be left to his own devices for several hours: only in mid-afternoon does the door open.
Faramir steps inside, papers under one arm, a slight redness to his cheeks, and clears his throat. "I trust I am not interrupting aught?"
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Date: 2017-10-23 08:22 pm (UTC)Morning comes, bright and clear, light sharp as a knife. When Jack wakes, he'll find himself alone, but there is a cup and a tray of food covered with a cloth on the table nearby, and a fire in the grate, so someone has clearly been there. He'll be left to his own devices for several hours: only in mid-afternoon does the door open.
Faramir steps inside, papers under one arm, a slight redness to his cheeks, and clears his throat. "I trust I am not interrupting aught?"