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timebethine) wrote2024-02-24 05:15 pm
timebethine) wrote2024-02-24 05:15 pm
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[Closed Post: Breaking Bread]
The feeling of being burnt to a cinder that had lingered after Wanderers Gather has finally begun to recede; the burden (and the joy) of raising Szarka has more or less evened out, and Laertes is no longer deeply anxious about whether he's loving her too much or disciplining her not enough. He's found time to get through his book on electrical engineering and even made a few gentle sorties with a soldering iron, which has exercised parts of his brain that have felt rusted with disuse.
At long last, Laertes feels able to bake again without dread rising in his throat.
He's made a few loaves of the rich, brown bran bread that he and Sagramore use for Szarka's meals, but one last loaf, he's put into a basket with a little crock of butter and a jar of jam. These, he carries to Lancelot's room as evening draws down. For all he thinks they understand one another now, a part of him still tingles with anxiety as he raises his hand to knock on the door.
At long last, Laertes feels able to bake again without dread rising in his throat.
He's made a few loaves of the rich, brown bran bread that he and Sagramore use for Szarka's meals, but one last loaf, he's put into a basket with a little crock of butter and a jar of jam. These, he carries to Lancelot's room as evening draws down. For all he thinks they understand one another now, a part of him still tingles with anxiety as he raises his hand to knock on the door.