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Jun 20, 2006 02:50
River's alone in her cell again. She usually is (
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last1out
June 20 2006, 07:00:53 UTC
She's never alone.
Not really.
"Hey, kiddo." Her voice is soft, like the velvet sheath of a particularly fine blade.
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river_meimei
June 20 2006, 07:12:22 UTC
River's head lifts, slowly. Her pupils are slightly dilated.
The room is blurry, drug-hazed.
Death's not. She's
(real as roses, my dear)
white and black and sharp-edged, and lovely.
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last1out
June 20 2006, 07:14:16 UTC
Fingers cool like carved marble on the gunslinger's brow.
She doesn't need to ask how River's doing.
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river_meimei
June 20 2006, 07:18:27 UTC
River leans into the touch, just slightly.
After a long moment, "Are you here?" Hoarse, and slightly slurred.
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Not really.
"Hey, kiddo." Her voice is soft, like the velvet sheath of a particularly fine blade.
Reply
The room is blurry, drug-hazed.
Death's not. She's
(real as roses, my dear)
white and black and sharp-edged, and lovely.
Reply
She doesn't need to ask how River's doing.
Reply
After a long moment, "Are you here?" Hoarse, and slightly slurred.
Reply
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