( gwenaëlle doesn't linger that long with flint, all things considered—says her piece, hears his, a drink in companionably unhappy quiet. she leaves reassured but drained, disappointed, and unsure in several directions that are not (to thranduil's probable disappointment in turn) the one marked 'whether or not to continue trusting flint'. for all that hardie spends the entire conversation with his head on flint's thigh, he trots after her when she leaves, and they—walk.
a while.
kitty has gone, by the time that she returns. she bypasses her husband entirely, ushering hardie ahead of her and going to sit before her mirror and undo her hair without greeting him. )
returning from flint's office.
a while.
kitty has gone, by the time that she returns. she bypasses her husband entirely, ushering hardie ahead of her and going to sit before her mirror and undo her hair without greeting him. )