[ not because he needs to trade credentials. (he'd have to have credentials for that, something more impressive than running a moderately successful summer reading program for the last three years. he even has the shirts.) he just figures they should stop talking around things. he gets to his feet and pointedly does not approach the bed, picking up the glass of water and holding it up to the light. ]
I don't even know where here is. [ england still, from a cursory glance through the curtains. there's no mistaking it after splitting his years between texas and thorncombe. ] If I wanted to live in a construction zone, I could've just stayed home.
[ not quite the truth. not his home, but the short distance to auden's home, to thornchapel, the lovely estate auden is currently gutting to his standards because goddamn rich boys are never happy with anything.
he looks at her again, lowering the glass, briefly catching the silver piercing at his lip between his teeth and pulling. he imagines a husband materializing out of nowhere and beating his ass for free, because that's exactly the sort of thing that would happen after waking in a dirty room with cocaine set out on the table in lieu of breakfast.
striding to the door, he has every intention of walking out (shirtless), but he's greeted with the putrid scent of rotting flesh, the floorboards splintered, blood staining the walls. before he can start to gag, he slams the door shut, absurdly wondering if he should volunteer to help with repairs, since he has the construction experience as well from helping his uncle augie for extra money. ]
Can you tell your well-connected husband that we've both been kidnapped?
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[ not because he needs to trade credentials. (he'd have to have credentials for that, something more impressive than running a moderately successful summer reading program for the last three years. he even has the shirts.) he just figures they should stop talking around things. he gets to his feet and pointedly does not approach the bed, picking up the glass of water and holding it up to the light. ]
I don't even know where here is. [ england still, from a cursory glance through the curtains. there's no mistaking it after splitting his years between texas and thorncombe. ] If I wanted to live in a construction zone, I could've just stayed home.
[ not quite the truth. not his home, but the short distance to auden's home, to thornchapel, the lovely estate auden is currently gutting to his standards because goddamn rich boys are never happy with anything.
he looks at her again, lowering the glass, briefly catching the silver piercing at his lip between his teeth and pulling. he imagines a husband materializing out of nowhere and beating his ass for free, because that's exactly the sort of thing that would happen after waking in a dirty room with cocaine set out on the table in lieu of breakfast.
striding to the door, he has every intention of walking out (shirtless), but he's greeted with the putrid scent of rotting flesh, the floorboards splintered, blood staining the walls. before he can start to gag, he slams the door shut, absurdly wondering if he should volunteer to help with repairs, since he has the construction experience as well from helping his uncle augie for extra money. ]
Can you tell your well-connected husband that we've both been kidnapped?