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[a_fell]

*enters the bar, wearing a cream jumper and slightly faded blue jeans, carrying a cardboard box. He looks faintly uncomfortable in the new clothes, and looks even more uncomfortable when he catches Crowley's eye, going pink and grinning at the floor. He picks up a glass from the bar, balancing it precariously on the box, and walks over to join the

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[sweet_beatrice]

*Steps into his path and sinks into a deep courtsey*

I thank you, my lord, for saving my life.

[a_fell]

*shifts his weight uncomfortably*

Oh, my dear, that's quite alright. Are you feeling better, at all?

[sweet_beatrice]

If you are asking if I will try again, I will not. If you are asking if the wounds my Lady left on my heart are healed, they are as raw and gaping as they were Wednesday last. I do not understand why she left me, but I understand that I was never worthy of her.
*She remains courtseyed in front of the angel*

[a_fell]

Oh dear...

Please, my dear, stand up.

I'm very glad that you won't do something like that again. It's... such a waste. You're a bright, beautiful young woman, and the problems in a relationship in no way reflect upon you.

It will feel better.

I promise.