#p35

"Despite her oddities - or, more likely because of them - he loved this thin woman with the determined eyes and blunt temperament. She was like no one he had ever known - a woman of simple, yet honest, beauty and wit."

"There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting."

Andrew was in the kitchen grabbing another bottle of wine. They had just finished talking to their friends, after getting all dressed up for a night in. It was nice, though, seeing everyone in their fancy dress, even if Andrew himself hated being so formal. Anything more than a pair of jeans and a t-shirt always felt uncomfortable, but Ava had been really excited when the idea had first been proposed, so he had gone along with it. “Do you need more wine?” he asked as he refilled his glass and looked over at Ava, tilting his head. She looked regal in her dress and her hair had gotten very long, so it draped over her shoulders, perfectly framing her. Andrew’s hair had also started to grow out. It was getting harder to maintain in any kind of shape, but had managed to somewhat style it for the night, parting his hair to one side, though it still looked floppy. “This is going to sound so privileged, that I’m going to cringe saying it, I wish I could get a haircut. If I were part of upholding some kind of standards in this city, I probably would have already asked Rhiannon to come by so she could cut this.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. @avaxhunt​