[ for the first time, thoughts like: who is his mother? what did his father do? wonderments Sprezzatura Vaux rarely cares to make. whoever they were raised Herlock Sholmes to be a gentleman and stifle his mind in the daily doldrums of bureaucracy. ]
Do you believe I am your wife?
[ as he slumps, she drapes her arm out to set the pipe down... and pick up a lock of pale hair, combed primly back behind his ear. though that won't last, with the slow way the tapered claws of her nails splay open and glide towards his nape. she barely seems aware of doing this. ]
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Do you believe I am your wife?
[ as he slumps, she drapes her arm out to set the pipe down... and pick up a lock of pale hair, combed primly back behind his ear. though that won't last, with the slow way the tapered claws of her nails splay open and glide towards his nape. she barely seems aware of doing this. ]