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He was lovely, laid out in the grass like that, his waistcoat unbuttoned and a broad straw hat tipped down over his face. Soon enough, though, his attention had turned back to Livesey. As was his wont, Trelawney had spent a good while in staring out to sea, watching the light shift glassily against the water and the small sails of distant fishing boats shift and flash under a clear and perfect sky. He recalled, with the clarity of such sunlight, the manner in which they had passed the day, looking back happily on their morning’s ride and the more sedentary afternoon they had spent among the long wind-ruffled grasses on the clifftop.
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Even in the warm light, it was plain that the tip of his nose was rather more sunburnt than was usual, and Trelawney smiled inwardly to see the last of the day’s sunlight still reflected in Livesey’s face. The candlelight cast his features softly, but the details were still there to be picked out, as they always were. “There’s that done,” and with a word of thanks, Trelawney leaned down and took Livesey’s chin in his hands, thinking rather fondly of other occasions when Livesey had knelt so obligingly before him.
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The leather creaked, then the boot came free with a pop and Livesey sat back, one corner of his mouth twitching up in satisfaction. His eyes were particularly dark and shining in the candlelight, his face pale and his wig paler and the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he tugged at Trelawney’s boot. Livesey knelt at his feet, settling one hand on his ankle without shifting his gaze. With the doors closed and the curtains and hangings drawn tight, he remained very safely within a closed-off little circle of light and warmth, made warmer by his friend’s presence by his side. Trelawney watched him move about the room, a little more slow of foot than was typical, both of them ensconced in a fuzzy, sleepy cheerfulness. Livesey drew closed the curtains, shutting out the last whistle of the breeze in the branches, and collected the last of the candles from its place on the sideboard. With the sunset a good while past and the evening’s soft sea-fog cuddling close around the hall, the roses could not be seen through the gloom, but even so it was nearing the height of summer and they had already begun to fade. Outside were only the ordinary sounds of the night, the wind making its winding way through the trees and the faint suggestion of a small number of frogs rising from the pond at the bottom of the rose garden. “Well, sir, that is one way to go about it, and I cannot say that I fault you for doing so, but I shall need a moment more before I can come and be leaned upon.” With hands which were cold but gentle, he arranged Trelawney’s hand around the bedpost, indicating with careful shifts of his position that he should lean against it if need be, and stepped to the window, a dim candle-lit figure against the shining-dark of the glass. “Stay awake for me, do.” Livesey patted him on the cheek, shaking his head in fond exasperation as Trelawney angled his face closer into the touch.