[ no one is more surprised than marta that she made it up there on her own. it's a far reach from the second-story climb she had to make on the thrombey estate, the trellis almost seeming to elongate the closer she thought she was getting to the end. in retrospect, engaging in such a physically-demanding activity immediately after what she'd been doing that necessitated being outdoors in the first place was a very, very poor idea indeed.
that's why she's grateful for the last bit of help he offers once she finally reaches the window, breaths almost coming out as a wheeze during that last heave-ho. she doesn't stumble, thankfully, but it doesn't really make much of a difference when, seconds after steadying herself back on her feet, she grunts out a, ]
Me too.
[ and half-buckles, half-stoops herself back down on the ground. maybe it's a little rude, helping herself to a seat on his bedroom floor, but she just needs a minute. maybe too.
when he makes note of her scent, it takes her a second to even realize what he's referring to. by now, the smoke has seeped into the knit of her blanket and sweater, wound its way in the messy low-bun of her hair.
after a second, she digs out the culprit from her pocket — an unbranded cigar, freshly used. considering the man practically bathes in his cigarettes, she doubts he would mind all that much. ]
I found a box of them in my room.
[ tucked inside a drawer, beneath a number of unmentionables that are suspiciously her size. ]
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that's why she's grateful for the last bit of help he offers once she finally reaches the window, breaths almost coming out as a wheeze during that last heave-ho. she doesn't stumble, thankfully, but it doesn't really make much of a difference when, seconds after steadying herself back on her feet, she grunts out a, ]
Me too.
[ and half-buckles, half-stoops herself back down on the ground. maybe it's a little rude, helping herself to a seat on his bedroom floor, but she just needs a minute. maybe too.
when he makes note of her scent, it takes her a second to even realize what he's referring to. by now, the smoke has seeped into the knit of her blanket and sweater, wound its way in the messy low-bun of her hair.
after a second, she digs out the culprit from her pocket — an unbranded cigar, freshly used. considering the man practically bathes in his cigarettes, she doubts he would mind all that much. ]
I found a box of them in my room.
[ tucked inside a drawer, beneath a number of unmentionables that are suspiciously her size. ]