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
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.
- 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
- Shows affection by
- words of affirmation
- In conflict
- teases through tension
Appearance
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.
in Twenty Paces
- 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
- Shows affection by
- words of affirmation
- In conflict
- teases through tension
Appearance
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.
Appears in
Twenty Paces
Two men, one dawn, twenty paces. Both came to your window the night before. You decide everything.
