He pushes away from the table and meets her eyes, his stare hard and cold.
- her hair was dark as it fanned out against the floor of the bathroom and she shivered so fiercely both their bodies shook and every day she tried to say nothing but he could see the redness framing her gaze, the swollen sleeplessness of her eyes and he knew that she'd been up the entire night crying because he hadn't slept either -
"You," says Rush, tone laden with disgust, "are not a fucking knight. You are Iman Asadi. You are a dimensional physicist. You are a friend and I don't care," the word curls into a snarl, "what your esteemed 'queen' seems to think."
He advances a step.
"So you can take your sword and your false concept of medieval law and you can get the fuck out of my way."
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- her hair was dark as it fanned out against the floor of the bathroom and she shivered so fiercely both their bodies shook and every day she tried to say nothing but he could see the redness framing her gaze, the swollen sleeplessness of her eyes and he knew that she'd been up the entire night crying because he hadn't slept either -
"You," says Rush, tone laden with disgust, "are not a fucking knight. You are Iman Asadi. You are a dimensional physicist. You are a friend and I don't care," the word curls into a snarl, "what your esteemed 'queen' seems to think."
He advances a step.
"So you can take your sword and your false concept of medieval law and you can get the fuck out of my way."