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[_to_the_bone]

"For Santino," Jack tells the bar quietly, dropping the thick white paper down on its surface.

Then slides away quickly, to find a place where he can sit in shadow and watch.

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[lethe_forgets]

The little nymph is far too quiet to ask how to help.

And so she waits - all blue eyes and silence - folds her fingers and pulls.

The rose, when it unfolds near his hand, is fine and sweetly spun. Crystal petals gently curved and clear as ice - a treasure, something simple.

[_to_the_bone]

"Oh."

He scoops it up in his hands, and peers close.

"Oh, it is lovely. Lethe?"

[lethe_forgets]

She tilts her head and the edges of her flicker - she walks slowly, carefully.

"Like it?"

Her fingers fall to tug lightly at the hem of her dress.

"It took a while to find."

[_to_the_bone]

"It is beautiful."

He nods, seriously.

"I like it very much."