OOM: Conversations With Dead People

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Her hands are going through the motions of taking apart and cleaning a Vickers Martini Mk. 1 Target Rifle when the dream begins.

She hasn't used one since she was 14, but dream logic can be strange.

"I should have known I'd find you working on a gun," says a very familiar voice, tinged with laughter. Annabelle's head snaps up in shock, face

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[leadinghome]

It is that feeling, of wonder, of shock, nearly of distress, that rouses Connor. Something is amiss, but not exactly dangerous, just... off. "Annabelle?"

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Annabelle startles a bit at the sound of her name, the brooch clearly visible in the palm of her hand.

"I'm alright, it's just....." She doesn't even know where to begin.

[leadinghome]

He sits up completely, tilting head curiously. A hand takes hers, and he waits for Annabelle to collect her thoughts.

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Annabelle squeezes his hand a little, and tilts the hand with the brooch so he can see it better. "I was dreaming, but I don't think I was just dreaming," she begins.

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He nods, touching the object lightly. "Strange things happen sometimes." He knows time does weird things when you are not looking closely, and how there are strange things hiding in the corners of the world.

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"I talked to my mother," she says with a slightly awed smile, pulling up the memory of the dream so he can see it.

It's easier than trying to recount things in words.

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Its is a surprise.

A very nice surprise, until the last part of the dream makes him blush very red.

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Annabelle chuckles and kisses his cheek. "I take after her, I'm afraid. Teasing and all."

[leadinghome]

"Teasing. Right." But she can feel the idea did cross his mind, at least a couple times.

There are many reasons for yes, and... well, none he can really foresee for not. But he does not want to rush or hurry.

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"Well, probably teasing," she amends. "At least about the 'if he knows what's good for him part'"

Annabelle has never thought about marriage. She tends not to think of anything in terms of the long run. Why bother, when you don't believe you'll live very long, or that the people and things you care about will last?

"This served as my Grandmother's wedding ring, and my mother's," she explains. "It used to be loaned out to other members of the family who were getting married too, for the old superstition."

[leadinghome]

He nods, deciding to let the issue go for now, and just moving to hold Annabelle close. "Well, keep it safe then. And maybe next year, you can see her again."

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Annabelle leans into his touch. "She likes you, you know," she adds with a grin. "If she can manage it, it might be you running into her next year."

Annabelle reaches over to the nightstand, putting the brooch safely in a drawer. "I'll have to talk to Alyx when I see her next. I know they were planning on a wedding one of these days," You know, when they can get a break from rebuilding human society and kicking alien ass.

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"I'm glad she does... it would be really strange having to convince her to approve of us together." After the brooch is secure, Connor gently tugs Annabelle to lay down again.

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Annabelle doesn't need much encouragement to lie back down again and wrap herself around him.

"Oh, I suspect we'd manage," she teases. "You managed to charm me after all."

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"I think you charmed me first..." A little kiss, and wrapping up seems just the perfect thing. "I love you, Annabelle."

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Annabelle smiles even more at that. "I love you, Connor." She yawns then, tired from the dream and their....activities earlier.

It won't be long at all before she falls back to sleep.