i have your love and i'm taking it with me

[northseaflotsam]

It gets lonely, that's all. There are times when Rachel, as much fun as she is, can't hold his attention; he's always listening past her for some other voice, breathing her synthetic-lavender scent and missing the tang of salt and earth. If anything, it's worse than it was before: memory that had blurred is sharp and bright again, and he wakes in

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[thespaewife]

The music may not be especially nostalgic, but the rhythm of the knock at the door - Ratatatatattata! - probably is. Especially when you add in the thunk of an impatient kick at the door frame from a work booted foot.

When Mordred opens the door, Clar is standing on the other side, a paper bag of groceries in her arms.

[northseaflotsam]

"What in the name of--" He stares at her a moment in sheer bewilderment.

[thespaewife]

She shoves the groceries at him. "Fucking dumbass. Dropped off the world. We're having soup."

[northseaflotsam]

He catches the bag reflexively, falling back a step. "Well, I'm glad one of us knows what's going on."