Albert Silverberg (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chikaidestroyer) wrote2010-09-02 01:25 pm
chikaidestroyer) wrote2010-09-02 01:25 pm
∞ 87: Rooftops [action]
[Around mid-morning, Albert can be seen picking up small things in the plaza -- nails, pens, groceries. He doesn't often do this, but it's been a week since he gave Caesar the task of repairing the stable, so he finds himself inspecting and repairing the amateurish work. That requires a few extra building supplies. Might as well take advantage of how calm everything is with the New Feathers coming in, right?
Albert spends the afternoon pulling out half-bent nails and readjusting crooked wooden slats. He can't say that he's disappointed, since Caesar actually tried to rebuild the stable's roof, but he can have the opinion that did a really shabby job. Silverbergs were apparently not very good roof-builders.
In the evening, after dinner, he'll be found up on house 42's roof, having climbed up through the skylight. It's something he's never really taken advantage of, and yet there's something familiar about it. He remains out there for a good while, almost meditating.]
Albert spends the afternoon pulling out half-bent nails and readjusting crooked wooden slats. He can't say that he's disappointed, since Caesar actually tried to rebuild the stable's roof, but he can have the opinion that did a really shabby job. Silverbergs were apparently not very good roof-builders.
In the evening, after dinner, he'll be found up on house 42's roof, having climbed up through the skylight. It's something he's never really taken advantage of, and yet there's something familiar about it. He remains out there for a good while, almost meditating.]
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Roles and doubts. Risks. Was that his admission, in a roundabout way, that he did trust her, after all? ... it did explain her guilt.
... But there was no point dwelling on foolish actions. Learning from them was the point. Perhaps ... it would all get better another day. If she didn't somehow manage to get him to disapprove of her again, and ... why did that mean so much, again? Ridiculous. She steps back toward the ladder.]
... Good night, Albert. Please get some rest soon.
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[He doesn't answer beyond that, or even look back. There might be faint shake of the head, but it could be dismissed as shadows in the night.
After Raine leaves, Albert sits down on the roof again, his expression as dark and pensive as it could ever be. He had gone that far towards telling her the truth, and yet continued to twist the facts along the way.
He wonders what will happen when she understands what he really is.]