[ intent and focus takes him near. near enough that she fancies she can catch the scent of recently-swallowed whiskey on his words. notes of soap, maybe, and the leather of his holster. she doesn't veer away while he leans in -- much like how she returned for their wednesday appointment despite recent developments, she knows that veering now will only draw attention the moment.
thorough and precise, rip says, and peggy nods while their eyes meet. it's good to know that the forces at work behind these stolen memories can be just that exacting. although perhaps it's the lingering hope in her that wonders whether thorough and precise might also mean that the magic, the sorcery, the science (whatever it is) is too exacting. not flexible enough to catch the loopholes. it's nothing she can test, not knowing what word or words she's missing.
but he stands up. he begins to pace his own room once again. and peggy releases a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. her attention stays split between rip's spoken words and the written ones beneath her fingertip. she's come across a particular attempt at a portal -- the one, she recognizes from its details, that happened just before she'd arrived in wonderland.
she's paused, here, tapping the point as though she's got something she'd like to say about it. only... ]
I do. [ her commentary gets derailed as she answers a question rip didn't exactly ask. ] Although they're back in my room. And not quite so lengthy as these.
[ and kept in code. nothing too cryptic -- it's more like a security blanket than it is a precaution. ]
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thorough and precise, rip says, and peggy nods while their eyes meet. it's good to know that the forces at work behind these stolen memories can be just that exacting. although perhaps it's the lingering hope in her that wonders whether thorough and precise might also mean that the magic, the sorcery, the science (whatever it is) is too exacting. not flexible enough to catch the loopholes. it's nothing she can test, not knowing what word or words she's missing.
but he stands up. he begins to pace his own room once again. and peggy releases a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. her attention stays split between rip's spoken words and the written ones beneath her fingertip. she's come across a particular attempt at a portal -- the one, she recognizes from its details, that happened just before she'd arrived in wonderland.
she's paused, here, tapping the point as though she's got something she'd like to say about it. only... ]
I do. [ her commentary gets derailed as she answers a question rip didn't exactly ask. ] Although they're back in my room. And not quite so lengthy as these.
[ and kept in code. nothing too cryptic -- it's more like a security blanket than it is a precaution. ]