Trystique
Julian portrait

The Poet Who Would Not Retract

Julian Ashworth

The poet whose nine cantos made you the most famous unnamed woman in three counties — and who would rather face pistols at dawn than disown a single line.

in Twenty Paces

Brown curls, romantically ungoverned and frost-damp tonight, falling over hazel-green eyes bright with gallows humor. Fair, pale, and bruise-easy, he is of average height and slim, with long fingers and ink stains on the right middle finger that never quite wash out. He carries himself with a quick, restless grace, forever half-composing a line mid-sentence. Tonight he is in shirtsleeves and an open collar, cravat long since abandoned, the look of a man who has rehearsed dawn more than sleep.

Shows affection by
words of affirmation
In conflict
teases through tension
Habits
quotes himself and immediately apologizes for it; touches ink stains on his fingers like a rosary; laughs at his own gallows humor a beat before anyone else can decide not to; writes in his head mid-conversation and is bad at hiding it

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