As there was a blonde Turk that he'd not had to deal with in sometime sneaking glances at him in-between studying the rest of the room with something almost amused, almost resigned, almost (and most peculiarly) lonely.
Saying something, however, was going to come in a bit.
Studying came first. The longer hair, the graver face, the way he'd changed and hadn't changed and she couldn't put her finger on what was different.
And wasn't sure if she wanted to know. Though, of course, a good Turk would always want to know.
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Date: 2010-10-02 08:34 pm (UTC)As there was a blonde Turk that he'd not had to deal with in sometime sneaking glances at him in-between studying the rest of the room with something almost amused, almost resigned, almost (and most peculiarly) lonely.
Saying something, however, was going to come in a bit.
Studying came first. The longer hair, the graver face, the way he'd changed and hadn't changed and she couldn't put her finger on what was different.
And wasn't sure if she wanted to know. Though, of course, a good Turk would always want to know.