[The look he shoots Adeline is enough to crumble mountains; Mello doesn't want to consider the possibility that this won't end in his — in L's — favor. He's already lost him once, when he was too young to understand the magnitude of loss. A second time? Not happening. But he follows, all the same. What else can he do? In an already solemn house, his expression is enough to darken the atmosphere. Heavy steps trail after his host, and he's too fucking defeated to argue against something as useless as tea when the only thing he's ever known to be true lies without life within the same structure.]
[His body is as heavy as the weight on his shoulders when he sinks into the chair — defeat isn't a good look on him, never was — and a cold forehead immediately falls into his bare palm. It doesn't matter that someone who is almost a complete stranger is witnessing him in this state — nothing matters — and when he speaks, his voice is utterly expressionless.]
No one's insisted I take tea since I left England.
[He doesn't know why he's telling her this, really. Anything to distract him from the situation at hand.]
Americans have no hospitality; they're all so self-absorbed.
[As though he isn't. When he finally does glance up at Adeline, his eyes are placid. Almost as lifeless as his mentor.]
Take it you don't have any true magic in you. You're tending house; is that all you're capable of?
[Oddly, he means no insult. Mello just needs the who and the how where it comes to resolving this situation.]
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Date: 2019-11-02 04:21 am (UTC)[His body is as heavy as the weight on his shoulders when he sinks into the chair — defeat isn't a good look on him, never was — and a cold forehead immediately falls into his bare palm. It doesn't matter that someone who is almost a complete stranger is witnessing him in this state — nothing matters — and when he speaks, his voice is utterly expressionless.]
No one's insisted I take tea since I left England.
[He doesn't know why he's telling her this, really. Anything to distract him from the situation at hand.]
Americans have no hospitality; they're all so self-absorbed.
[As though he isn't. When he finally does glance up at Adeline, his eyes are placid. Almost as lifeless as his mentor.]
Take it you don't have any true magic in you. You're tending house; is that all you're capable of?
[Oddly, he means no insult. Mello just needs the who and the how where it comes to resolving this situation.]