[ Sure, it's wild. Melisandre's sincerity is plain on her face, in her tone, with every word she says but it'd still be easy to chalk up to insanity or drugs or some other logic were he anywhere else but here with all the things he's seen so far in less than a month. All the things he's since learned to do himself. And so he listens with the gravity due the situation, due her.
He still can't help the stray thought that it'd make for a hell of a film pitch. Tolkien meets Romero, score by Hans Zimmer for the appropriate level of drama and suspense.
It's easier to think of that than any of Melisandre's religious slant. Rafe had never thought about what had come after dying. Had never thought about what would come after Avery. Still refuses to think on such things and ignores the quiet part of himself that threatens to unravel if he did. ]
What, you're carrying one around in your pocket?
[ It's the barest hint of sarcasm, the lingering accent of a language spoken fluently that can't be shaken. ]
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He still can't help the stray thought that it'd make for a hell of a film pitch. Tolkien meets Romero, score by Hans Zimmer for the appropriate level of drama and suspense.
It's easier to think of that than any of Melisandre's religious slant. Rafe had never thought about what had come after dying. Had never thought about what would come after Avery. Still refuses to think on such things and ignores the quiet part of himself that threatens to unravel if he did. ]
What, you're carrying one around in your pocket?
[ It's the barest hint of sarcasm, the lingering accent of a language spoken fluently that can't be shaken. ]
How you figure to swing that?