[ Accidental Visual ] We Walk This Lonely Road

[faderbroderson]

Godric is making the bed. A silky sheet carefully tucked, a pillow fluffed, a blanket smoothed. His hands move at a human pace, his touch unhurried and almost reverent. It isn't his bed. The colors and ornaments lending personality to the room are not to his taste

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[tothelibrary]

...Are you okay?

[ it's a stupid question, but... godric's become one of her constants, and dawn can't say nothing. ]

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[faderbroderson]

I will be. He comes and goes so often, I can only hope he'll return again, though it's a selfish wish.

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[tothelibrary]

When Buffy was gone--

Just. If I can do anything, let me know?

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[faderbroderson]

Thank you, Dawn. You're a dear friend.

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[tothelibrary]

You too, Godric.