They are all twittering children. All of them. Gallant clothes and emphasis on the pastry or champagne. The toasts to couple-to-be. Dances which promenade into and out of focus. The scent of them still drives itself under his unbreakable skin as nothing can.
Edward was aimed for the hallway, a pause somewhere he could breathe and think without direct interruption and address except he was intercepted twice before reaching the door to it. The firstly time he narrowly managed to keep himself from snarling when a hand looped around his wrist, attempting to pull him over to a group like the child he played to be.
The second time being drug halfway back across the room into the forge to meet one of the people who worked higher up in Eastman than Edward cared to even be implied at about, no less to have it hooted about in his head. He managed dutiful but every longer moment dug into his patience.
It had taken another seven minutes already and he wasn't rid of them.
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Date: 2010-09-21 04:41 am (UTC)Edward was aimed for the hallway, a pause somewhere he could breathe and think without direct interruption and address except he was intercepted twice before reaching the door to it. The firstly time he narrowly managed to keep himself from snarling when a hand looped around his wrist, attempting to pull him over to a group like the child he played to be.
The second time being drug halfway back across the room into the forge to meet one of the people who worked higher up in Eastman than Edward cared to even be implied at about, no less to have it hooted about in his head. He managed dutiful but every longer moment dug into his patience.
It had taken another seven minutes already and he wasn't rid of them.