Laertes eyes him up and down with new admiration. He'd noted in passing that Nightingale was handsome, a distinguished older man much to his tastes; now, that handsomeness seems less luck than miracle. "More than a hundred years! What salt or wine do you sleep in, that you should be so well-preserved?"
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Date: 2023-11-07 10:13 pm (UTC)