Someone less bold and bratty would shrink under the realization that they've done wrong in Tilda's eyes. She was someone who managed to command the room without raising her voice. Miorine notes the ding in her grade but doesn't look away.
But Tilda does manage to make her feel guilty.
She feels pitiful over the fact that it's worked. Someone evenly matched with Tilda would have been self-possessed. It's difficult to hide entirely, she can't keep her lip from twitching. Miorine wonders if it will always be this way between them.
"You'll never get me to believe that." The waiter returns to fill Tilda's wine glass and this time, just before he leaves Miorine pushes her empty and untouched wine glass forward.
She tries not to look at the glass for too long when he pours.
"Hm," Tilda says in response, letting the conversation hit a lull as the waiter tops off their glasses. She plays with the bracelet on her wrist — silver and lacking in obvious adornment — and doesn't reach for her glass right away when they are left alone again. She turns the response over in her head and considers her approach to it, as always, as the sting of Elisabet's memory is buried under the surface.
Finally, she deigns to speak, turning her attention to Miorine in full again. Her hands come to fold under her chin. "Fair enough. I suppose it's too soon to tell."
The concession is given easily and gracefully, Miorine's faux pas seemingly forgiven.
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Date: 2023-12-29 02:12 am (UTC)But Tilda does manage to make her feel guilty.
She feels pitiful over the fact that it's worked. Someone evenly matched with Tilda would have been self-possessed. It's difficult to hide entirely, she can't keep her lip from twitching. Miorine wonders if it will always be this way between them.
"You'll never get me to believe that." The waiter returns to fill Tilda's wine glass and this time, just before he leaves Miorine pushes her empty and untouched wine glass forward.
She tries not to look at the glass for too long when he pours.
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:20 pm (UTC)Finally, she deigns to speak, turning her attention to Miorine in full again. Her hands come to fold under her chin. "Fair enough. I suppose it's too soon to tell."
The concession is given easily and gracefully, Miorine's faux pas seemingly forgiven.
"What would you have chosen? I'm curious."