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witticasterThe day after Will returned, he found a scrap of paper on the floor of the bedroom, on Tharkay's side of the bed; it had been his intention to set it back on Tharkay's nightstand unread, but that was a tall order when he caught sight of his name. He could not resist the urge to glance over the words, then. Surely if Tharkay had something he preferred to keep hidden, it would be hidden.
Dearest Will, it read, and then, I want you to know that I love you as the grass does the sun. I cannot bear the thought that you might believe otherwise. You are my sole treasure, your love a happiness which--and then, it was quite illegible. Will recognized a bit of uchen script amidst the scribbles, but beyond that, it seemed to him a lost cause. Tharkay's handwriting was difficult to read at the best of times, and this looked as though he had dashed it off while doing something else entire.
And a false start:
When he woke the next morning, Tharkay could recall the dream with ease but not his half-awake response to it. The note remained on his bedside table until he accidentally brushed it to the floor while reaching for his reading glasses, and there it lay forgotten for the remaining fortnight of Will's tour.
Through all those nights, Tharkay found it far easier to sleep on Will's side of the bed; there was little difference, truly, but
Dearest Will, it read, and then, I want you to know that I love you as the grass does the sun. I cannot bear the thought that you might believe otherwise. You are my sole treasure, your love a happiness which--and then, it was quite illegible. Will recognized a bit of uchen script amidst the scribbles, but beyond that, it seemed to him a lost cause. Tharkay's handwriting was difficult to read at the best of times, and this looked as though he had dashed it off while doing something else entire.
And a false start:
When he woke the next morning, Tharkay could recall the dream with ease but not his half-awake response to it. The note remained on his bedside table until he accidentally brushed it to the floor while reaching for his reading glasses, and there it lay forgotten for the remaining fortnight of Will's tour.
Through all those nights, Tharkay found it far easier to sleep on Will's side of the bed; there was little difference, truly, but
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on 2010-04-11 02:46 pm (UTC)