“Take thy rest in a bed, an thou canst manage it," Claudius teases. He’d smooth back Nightingale's hair and kiss his forehead, but there's no life-or-death situation propelling it. But then again ... propelling himself with a push from the table, Claudius leans over Nightingale's chair, and does just that. “Fare thee well,” he says, and takes his leave.
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Date: 2023-11-27 07:19 pm (UTC)