[Javert stiffens beneath the touch, awkwardly, like he isn't sure what to do with an embrace from a wily young woman. Young troll. Wily, young, rock-hard and unyielding troll-woman. All the same,, his expression is hidden from her earnest face, his eyes wide and the lines in his face steeped with worry and a touch of...
Panic? Is that panic, that rush through his icy veins, enough to prickle the ends of his coat? Surely not.
He bares his teeth and slowly, the tension loosens just enough for his body to give a little to her stony hug.]
Don't say so, [says Javert, and it almost resembles a plea.] I... [A frustrated pause, and he trails off for a few beats. Such a thing has never been said to him before! He resumes tightly, without pity,]
Pardon me, mademoiselle. Let us pray your judgment is sound, and I don't make a liar out of you.
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Panic? Is that panic, that rush through his icy veins, enough to prickle the ends of his coat? Surely not.
He bares his teeth and slowly, the tension loosens just enough for his body to give a little to her stony hug.]
Don't say so, [says Javert, and it almost resembles a plea.] I... [A frustrated pause, and he trails off for a few beats. Such a thing has never been said to him before! He resumes tightly, without pity,]
Pardon me, mademoiselle. Let us pray your judgment is sound, and I don't make a liar out of you.