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It's very odd work. ]
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It's a nice enough building, in a nice enough neighborhood, which means that for the small size of the apartment it's on the expensive side. But together they can afford it, and Jack didn't want to make Alayne stay anywhere that wasn't as good. Safe. Clean. He could live anywhere and be fine with it, but he's not going to subject her to that just for the sake of saving a little money.
He unlocks the door and lets himself in, closing and locking it behind him before letting his bag slide down to the floor and kicking off his shoes.]
I'm home.
[He calls it softly. It's a small apartment. Even if she's in her own room she'd be able to hear the door open, so he doesn't need to shout.]
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Evidence of Alayne's work is plain. Magazines that had been out the morning of have been tidied and there's a bottle and glass waiting for Jack on the kitchen counter, a drink already poured. There tiny gifts, the only ones Alayne knows how to give. She wishes there was more (she always wishes there was more).
She's still in her work clothes when she emerges from the bedroom. A plain black dress that exposes her collarbones and slopes down in the back. It makes her look like a ballerina, her long hair pulled away from her face. Alayne smiles at him. Curtseys, even. (People don't curtsey in the modern world but this is Jack and she knows it's no harm done.) ] Jack.
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He had admonished her once, about the curtsying, how she didn't need to do it. He had felt bad about it almost immediately because he quickly realized how much everything else in these various worlds had tried to erase who she was, and he wasn't going to be a part of that. Not if he could help it. So he got used to the curtseying. And everything else.]
Did you have a good day?
[And there's the glass, where it usually is, and he picks it up and takes it with him to the living room where he sinks into one of the chairs with a sigh.]
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Only then does Alayne speak. His relief is echoed with a small noise of her own. ]
I sold a dress today. [ Her voice is equal parts proud and gossipy and she comes round and perches herself on the edge of the chair beside him. ] To a woman I am certain will fail to fit it in, though she refused to listen to a word any of us said. We could have lived like lord and lady for a month on the cost alone. [ Alayne sighs. ] It was a very pretty dress. [ All of Alayne's clothes are plain and dull, now that they must scrape together a modest living. ]
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Congratulations.
[He smiles. He doesn't understand how people could spend so much money on clothing, but he knows better than to be derisive about it, since he knows Alayne comes from a wealthy background.]
What did it look like?
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Looking up at the ceiling to imagine the dress in her mind's eye, Alayne shrugs with both her shoulders and then sighs. ]
A purple as dark as winter grapes, dripping with beads from every inch and cut with daring throat. It was, I think, quite scandalous. [ Alayne looks at Jack and lifts her eyebrows. ] She was a very full woman. Were she to don it, no doubt she would pour from every seam. [ Now, now, Alayne. That's not nice. ]
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Jack sips his drink.]
Still, she bought it.
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There'll be other dresses.