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northseaflotsam

you say that things change my dear

Oct 03, 2009 01:26

( He of all men has no right to complain of betrayal. )

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le_desirous October 3 2009, 06:33:00 UTC

And in that world things are slowly winding to an inauspicious close, slowing down like old clockwork. Sagramore is sitting on the front steps, sewing buttons back on a shirt, his hands shaking with delerium tremens. He looks extraordinarily old.

le_desirous October 3 2009, 07:25:01 UTC

"I haven't seen her in twenty years. I swear. I've been lonely, too, I won't deny it, but I swear to you it's been so long--"

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 07:28:54 UTC

"Hush. An hour, that's all, come and talk to me for an hour. You can do that, can't you?" He gets to his feet, tugging Sagramore with him.

le_desirous October 3 2009, 07:30:55 UTC

"I will--of course I will." Sagramore gets up, swaying a little--not drunk, just off-balance.

northseaflotsam October 3 2009, 15:43:49 UTC

"Good man." Mordred gets an arm around him, steadying.

le_desirous October 3 2009, 17:45:28 UTC

He leans; he's let his sewing slip through his fingers, and he combs through his grey hair with his hand. "Where are we going?"

northseaflotsam October 4 2009, 01:23:33 UTC

"My house. It's all right. Hold onto me, that's it."

le_desirous October 4 2009, 01:27:16 UTC

"And you don't mind?" softly. He holds on tight.

northseaflotsam October 4 2009, 01:33:24 UTC

The meadow winks out. Mordred sits him down on the neatly made bed. "Don't be an idiot."

le_desirous October 4 2009, 01:36:13 UTC

Sagramore drops his face in his hands and sits, looking as if all the breath had gone out of him. He looks extraordinarily thin and brittle and unwell, a tall old man without self-confidence.

northseaflotsam October 4 2009, 01:47:21 UTC

Mordred runs a hand over his hair, gently, and goes out; comes back in a minute, bringing him one of Rachel's trendy beers and an apple roughly quartered. "I'm out of oranges," he says, and sits down beside Sagramore.

le_desirous October 4 2009, 01:50:29 UTC

"It's all right." He leans on Mordred's shoulder, taking a long pull on the beer.

northseaflotsam October 4 2009, 01:56:27 UTC

Mordred rubs his back lightly. "I'm sorry," not meaning the oranges.

le_desirous October 4 2009, 01:58:33 UTC

"I truly don't know what to do."

northseaflotsam October 4 2009, 04:15:12 UTC

He watches, quietly, looking up slantwise and soberly at Sagramore's profile. "The best you can."

le_desirous October 4 2009, 04:16:35 UTC

"It's hard on Panni, too, and I can't remember as well as I used to, I don't feel I do much good."

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