HERE THAR BE PUPS

[kaywinnitfrye]

So. The narration feels a bit guilty for not having posted certain people in for a while. So here's a post.

Kaylee has wandered in again, with a baby inna sling against her chest. She looks very cheerful about being here, and has thought up her usual treat of strawberries and cream to celebrate.

Florence is sitting at the bar, not even

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[foolinaposition]

When Anatoly can't find Florence right away, he sighs, and heads over to the bar.

"Florence..." he says, softly, resting a hand on her shoulder.

[standsbychamp]

She doesn't jump. Somehow she's either not surprised or she's inebriated enough that she just doesn't care.

Regardless, she just sighs a little, and doesn't look up.

"Hullo, Anatoly."

[foolinaposition]

He squeezes her shoulder and tries to smile, though it's strained.

"How are you?" he asks, sitting next to her, eying her drink rather warily.

[standsbychamp]

She sighs a little. Considers telling a lie. Decides that she's lied to him enough recently.

"I don't know."

[foolinaposition]

"Is there anything I can do for you, Florence?"

He wants, more than anything, to help her, but he's at a loss as to how exactly to do that anymore.

[standsbychamp]

She reaches up and slips her hand into his, and looks up at him. "Just... sit with me? Please?"

She's tired of being alone just now.

[foolinaposition]

Toly sits and wraps his arms around Florence, kissing her hair. "I love you, milaya moya."

Typist: Sorry this took so long, he's been difficult to channel lately :\ I'll be better about tagging, I promise.

[standsbychamp]

"I love you too."

She doesn't know why he still loves her, after all this, but she's grateful. She needs him more than it seems, just to know that he'll be there.

But, a corner of her mind wonders rebelliously, for how long?

[foolinaposition]

Anatoly closes his eyes with a quiet sigh and gently strokes Florence's hair. "I wish there was more I could do for you..." he says, softly. He feels so -- frustrated that he can't just fix everything. With Sveta, he ran away from his problems and look how well that turned out. This time he wants to do it right.

[standsbychamp]

"I know." It's not much. It's not enough. But if she can't even put words to all of this in her own head, how is she supposed to try to explain it to Anatoly?

"I can't stop," she says, suddenly, and her cheeks get hot at the admission. She's been denying it, even to herself, but...

She's tired of lying to herself.

[foolinaposition]

"Maybe I can help -- somehow. Please let me help you, Florence." It comes out more pleading than he had meant and he blushes a little, as well.

[standsbychamp]

Florence shakes her head a little. "I don't know how you can," she murmurs. "I don't even know what's wrong."