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Feb 09, 2005 13:18
And there they are.
The place looks a bit cleaner than the last time he saw it.
She had time to clean.
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last1out
February 9 2005, 13:31:48 UTC
She looks down.
His voice... the way he moved... the sheer horrifying wrongness of seeing her little brother twisted in such a way...
"Yeah."
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last1out
February 9 2005, 13:37:41 UTC
She leans back against him, and shifts her neck to lean her cheek against his.
"Yes."
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last1out
February 9 2005, 13:43:43 UTC
"I was with you, the last time."
Death does not often sleep.
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last1out
February 9 2005, 13:50:42 UTC
She laughs, a little.
"So. Bed, or hammock?"
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last1out
February 9 2005, 14:09:20 UTC
"It's possible."
She slips out from his arms and walks to the door. Sure enough, outside is the same garden... but now there's a hammock strung from two of the live oak trees.
The sunlight is golden and dappled and perfect.
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last1out
February 9 2005, 14:20:59 UTC
From over his shoulder:
"You know... that's really kind of annoying."
She sounds somehow amused, though.
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last1out
February 9 2005, 14:35:52 UTC
She watches him, fingers looped in the space between the ropes, and smiles.
To see him like this is better than good. It brings her a certain kind of calm. Peace, even.
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last1out
February 9 2005, 14:44:39 UTC
One arm behind her head, one draped across her belly, looking at him.
She returns his smile. It makes her happy.
"I'm plenty comfy."
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His voice... the way he moved... the sheer horrifying wrongness of seeing her little brother twisted in such a way...
"Yeah."
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(The comment has been removed)
"Yes."
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(The comment has been removed)
Death does not often sleep.
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(The comment has been removed)
"So. Bed, or hammock?"
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
She slips out from his arms and walks to the door. Sure enough, outside is the same garden... but now there's a hammock strung from two of the live oak trees.
The sunlight is golden and dappled and perfect.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
"You know... that's really kind of annoying."
She sounds somehow amused, though.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
To see him like this is better than good. It brings her a certain kind of calm. Peace, even.
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(The comment has been removed)
She returns his smile. It makes her happy.
"I'm plenty comfy."
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