Where stoicism and distance from emotion are the traits of a man to be taken seriously in her world, Zandros throws them aside with abandon. It suits him. Those watering eyes and grateful smile. A performance fit for Broadway.
Where silence and carefully sharpened words are the weapons of choice in her family, Zandros talks. And talks and talks. Pretty superfluous words that he tosses into the air like petals. The colours that fill the air distract the Weatherhills nicely. It's not her way, but it works. Isidor's lip twitches.
And where Zandros would certainly take Heather's hands in his own and murmur soft assurances, she stands with her arms folded. Unmoving. Unmoved. She is not Zandros. She stares down Heather even though the woman can't bring herself to meet her gaze.
"So long as you keep your word I'll have no need to remember what happened here today." It's the best concession she can give. She's not so proud as to purposefully undo all of Zandro's work, but this is not the firm hand she believes will ensure their survival. "Go along now. We had both best get on with our day."
Only once she watches them leave does her gaze flick to Zandros. Her arms remain folded. Her expression remains cold. She has Opinions, Zandros. And she is ready to share them. If you want a chance to throw some more pretty words into the air, now is the time.
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Where silence and carefully sharpened words are the weapons of choice in her family, Zandros talks. And talks and talks. Pretty superfluous words that he tosses into the air like petals. The colours that fill the air distract the Weatherhills nicely. It's not her way, but it works. Isidor's lip twitches.
And where Zandros would certainly take Heather's hands in his own and murmur soft assurances, she stands with her arms folded. Unmoving. Unmoved. She is not Zandros. She stares down Heather even though the woman can't bring herself to meet her gaze.
"So long as you keep your word I'll have no need to remember what happened here today." It's the best concession she can give. She's not so proud as to purposefully undo all of Zandro's work, but this is not the firm hand she believes will ensure their survival. "Go along now. We had both best get on with our day."
Only once she watches them leave does her gaze flick to Zandros. Her arms remain folded. Her expression remains cold. She has Opinions, Zandros. And she is ready to share them. If you want a chance to throw some more pretty words into the air, now is the time.