[ It's a little bittersweet. He didn't expect it to be- he's happy here, more happy than he could ever think possible. But it's still- something. It's something, to see paths that have been closed off, even if they would have never led you to where you wanted to be.
(She would have been a Belmont. Her name would have struck fear into any creature of the night who heard it. She would have been matriarch of an ancient family, eventually. But who can say if she would have been happy?
She's a seamstress. And the way she pulls that boy into her lap, scolds him gently for picking up the needles-
She's happy as a seamstress. ]
That's all I needed to know. I shouldn't pry any more.
[ He doesn't quite want to stop watching, but this feels too intimate all of a sudden. It's not meant for him.
(The boy would have been- one, maybe two when Dracula's hordes came into the land. And perhaps they would not have got so far as Flanders, but there's nobody now who can say if he intended to stop at Wallachia. Her son could have died, and he wouldn't have cared.) ]
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(She would have been a Belmont. Her name would have struck fear into any creature of the night who heard it. She would have been matriarch of an ancient family, eventually. But who can say if she would have been happy?
She's a seamstress. And the way she pulls that boy into her lap, scolds him gently for picking up the needles-
She's happy as a seamstress. ]
That's all I needed to know. I shouldn't pry any more.
[ He doesn't quite want to stop watching, but this feels too intimate all of a sudden. It's not meant for him.
(The boy would have been- one, maybe two when Dracula's hordes came into the land. And perhaps they would not have got so far as Flanders, but there's nobody now who can say if he intended to stop at Wallachia. Her son could have died, and he wouldn't have cared.) ]