[The room is an inversion of its standard infrastructure, the antiseptic-white walls plastered with damask wallpaper and drawn back to house bookshelves stuffed to capacity. From the ceiling a panelled grid illuminates the heart of the room with a constant and tempered light, deviating from the furnishing's old-world aesthetic.
Her shoulders cast a long and uneven shadow from which her hair propagates like broken limbs. Her forearm lays at ease upon the couch, though her other arm has only now become inert in the view of her visitor, the unpunctual boy.
She does not rush to stop, ostensibly it is a pause, her lean middle finger gloveless and delayed inside her. Concealing what was seen is a meaningless endeavour. Her eyelids are shut, a quality which isn't changed by neither his entrance or voice.]
You, [resumes the woman in his stead,] have neglected your schedule. Haven't you.
Not at all.
Her shoulders cast a long and uneven shadow from which her hair propagates like broken limbs. Her forearm lays at ease upon the couch, though her other arm has only now become inert in the view of her visitor, the unpunctual boy.
She does not rush to stop, ostensibly it is a pause, her lean middle finger gloveless and delayed inside her. Concealing what was seen is a meaningless endeavour. Her eyelids are shut, a quality which isn't changed by neither his entrance or voice.]
You, [resumes the woman in his stead,] have neglected your schedule. Haven't you.