"I don't put stock in idle gossip," he replied, ensuring the latch behind him firmly caught. It wasn't that he didn't listen to the men carp as viciously as fishwives when they had a mind to, he listened well and made his own judgments, but Desmond had a higher opinion of Maria than that. Maybe she had been in love with de Sable, maybe more with what de Sable represented in a time where women were still thought of as weak, frail objects to be protected-- it wasn't his place to assume.
Nonetheless he knew what loss felt like. Maria had always been a friend of a kind to him here, something he appreciated so much the more he spent in the rank and file.
He came closer, stepping into the circle of light afforded by the candles on her desk.
"Do you need any help with that? It looks painful."
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Date: 2014-07-21 04:11 am (UTC)Nonetheless he knew what loss felt like. Maria had always been a friend of a kind to him here, something he appreciated so much the more he spent in the rank and file.
He came closer, stepping into the circle of light afforded by the candles on her desk.
"Do you need any help with that? It looks painful."