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May. 14th, 2007 01:27 amThere have been, on select earlier ocassions, times when Yvaine has claimed - rather vehemently in fact - that she most certainly was not, by any means, sulking. This is not one of those times.
Sulking, as it were, would be a very excessively polite way of putting her current mood. This, of course, being the mood that set in sometime after the miserable, horrified, shaking had settled and she remembered that breathing really was a terribly important sort of thing.
She likes him. Really, actually stupidly likes him. A fact that only somehow assures her complete and utter hatred of him because she did not ask for this - there was no inquiry made as to whether or not she approved in any way of liking anyone, let alone a completely useless moron like Tristran Thorn.
It just doesn't seem very terribly fair, she muses as she tugs the material of the borrowed robe tighter around her. She didn't even ask for him to come along and save her in the first place, now did she?
Sulking, as it were, would be a very excessively polite way of putting her current mood. This, of course, being the mood that set in sometime after the miserable, horrified, shaking had settled and she remembered that breathing really was a terribly important sort of thing.
She likes him. Really, actually stupidly likes him. A fact that only somehow assures her complete and utter hatred of him because she did not ask for this - there was no inquiry made as to whether or not she approved in any way of liking anyone, let alone a completely useless moron like Tristran Thorn.
It just doesn't seem very terribly fair, she muses as she tugs the material of the borrowed robe tighter around her. She didn't even ask for him to come along and save her in the first place, now did she?
