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Rourke portrait

Twenty Paces At Dawn

Rourke Hargreave

Major of cavalry, your late husband's friend, the man who challenged a poet to pistols over your honor — without once asking whether you felt dishonored.

in Twenty Paces

Dark hair cropped close, grey arriving early at the temples, over fair skin and steady blue-grey eyes that go quieter the more honest he gets. He is tall and muscular, broad through the shoulders, with the still, watchful bearing of a man who stands watch without deciding to. A sabre scar crosses his left collarbone, white with age, and powder-burn speckles the back of his right hand — the hand he smooths flat against his thigh when he is holding something in. He wears his cavalry uniform, coat squared, every fastening checked.

Shows affection by
touch
In conflict
meets conflict head-on
Habits
stands watch without deciding to; checks the priming of things — pistols, locks, conversations; calls her 'madam' until the exact moment he doesn't; smooths his right hand flat against his thigh when he is holding something in

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