15S R4 W2 Wednesday Night

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[Dance parties aside, it's been a long dark day full of noise and clutter. Krone is just sitting there on the sofa of the parlor, leaning just far enough forward that her fingertips brush against the coffee table and she hasn't actually relaxed at all into the deep upholstery. Her eyes trace the room's numerous new trails of sawdust.]

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[Unfortunate is evidently right. Krone keeps her doe-eyed frown fixed on Eric's face even as she dutifully places her fork on the plate, not touching the smaller or at least more triangular cheesecake slice, and hooks her thumbs around the rim drawing it right in front of herself.]

If these are creatures with different endurance from humans, hatching from eggs instead of indefinitely hardening their skin with blood of all things makes more sense in my experience. [She folds her hands in her lap.] Try me, Eric. [The hem of her long skirt brushes against his bare leg.]

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[Eric can't suppress a bit of a shiver at the touch of her skirt against his skin. It strikes him, belatedly, that all these little gestures Krone has made could well be flirting. He has been a fool to convince himself otherwise.]

It... will take more explanation than a lightly made comment should. I need to go far back. [A sigh.] And it will explain something I said earlier.

[He takes a bite of the cheesecake, taking advantage of an excuse to pause and try to collect his thoughts.]

I was... before the war, before everything, I was engaged. Her name was Gwendolyn. I felt as though she pulled me downstairs to meet you, earlier. Ghosts like that are rare, I've never met one, I know it wasn't her, but... it was her death that set me back on the road that lead through Versailles.