![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sequestrated2014-08-28 07:19 pm
the evening shadows and the stars
[Universes change in their particulars. In this one, the stars are rather more ominous than they used to be, and the fledgling lawyer queueing for coffee happens to go by his birth name still. But nothing in the way he's thoroughly put-upon has changed. It would have been different if—
Well. What a tautology, that things would have been different if things had been different. But there are things you don't discuss. You walk behind the coffin, hands folded, and then you tuck it away where nobody can see. And if the one who mostly looked out for you is gone, then you learn to do without them.
Or you don't, of course. This is why, years on, Simon's making bored grey eyes around one of Holborn's innumerable Starbucks outlets. The place is jam-packed mid-morning, and it's winter, crisp and clear; Simon's pulled his overcoat over his shirt and tie for this run to the shops. The pupils get sent for coffee because the clerks are smart enough to refuse. Simon volunteered because the other pupil is a girl, and it would be unconscionable to send the girl for coffee. He's like that.
He stretches a little in the queue, glancing over the desserts with some disinterest, before turning to look through the plate glass window to the street.]
Well. What a tautology, that things would have been different if things had been different. But there are things you don't discuss. You walk behind the coffin, hands folded, and then you tuck it away where nobody can see. And if the one who mostly looked out for you is gone, then you learn to do without them.
Or you don't, of course. This is why, years on, Simon's making bored grey eyes around one of Holborn's innumerable Starbucks outlets. The place is jam-packed mid-morning, and it's winter, crisp and clear; Simon's pulled his overcoat over his shirt and tie for this run to the shops. The pupils get sent for coffee because the clerks are smart enough to refuse. Simon volunteered because the other pupil is a girl, and it would be unconscionable to send the girl for coffee. He's like that.
He stretches a little in the queue, glancing over the desserts with some disinterest, before turning to look through the plate glass window to the street.]