The End Of Love

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We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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But there was something that would scare you off. [The retort back is seamless and there's a bit of a grin with the reply. It's bold though. Possibly unusual when women are meant to be dainty and submissive and avoid talking out of line. Newt, however, had always been bold. His demeanor might say otherwise, but he had never shied from saying what was on his mind.] Though I struggle to imagine you being scared of something. Though the shackles of marriage did cross my mind as a potential fear. [Perhaps an ill timed joke given that they're betrothed.]

A shame. I hope you'll get to enjoy the sights. Diagon Alley is a place I'm always fond of.

[He eyes the other for a moment.

Ah. Of course.] I'm partial to most black teas, but there are times that even I'm not in the mood for teas. After all, this place has a wide selection of drinks that aren't just tea if you also would like to look over that. [Perhaps Percival will realize obviously that Newt was giving him an out without the other having to embarrass himself and admit his disinterest in the favored English drink.]

I've not had their coffees, but my brother seems to enjoy them as much as he enjoys his cups of tea. My parents are fond of their alcoholic choices.

[periit]

[ It’s less what she said than the level of comfort in which she says it that throws Percival further. The grin is small but noticeable from his previous expression, a faint huff of a chuckle as he looks her over again with curious eyes. What an interesting woman she is. ] Things only frighten me in theory, [ Is the clarification before he clears his throat with a shake of his head. ] It’s one thing to think of fear. To act against it, however, often dissipates it—even if it takes time to work out.

[ Was that some sort of code? A glimpse into his thoughts on arranged marriage; that he would do his best to work on it? Even Percival isn’t sure, but it’s clear her joke—ill timed or not—didn’t seem to offend him. ]

I would like to see it, I’ve heard good things. [ He takes a small breath after a pause and adds: ] If there’s anywhere else you recommend, I’d like to see that also. Make the most while I’m here.

[ It doesn’t take long for Percival to catch onto what Artemis is leading him to. There’s a halt as he keeps looking at the menu when he realizes, a silent confirmation, though his recovery is smooth when he moves again. How kind it was of her to explain something he so clearly missed, clear when he turns a page and sees the additional drinks. ]

Well, [ He starts. ] Perhaps if I stop here again I’ll have to try their coffee. It isn’t often I’m visiting a country known for their tea. [ A silver tongue but no less truthful. ] So, which do you like most when you’re in the mood for it? [ And a smile to match. ]