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eldorne_girl) wrote2005-11-15 06:30 pm
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[Delia is outside, jeans and a turtleneck and pretending not to be a lady. She's twenty-three now, if counting the years made sense now that she is dead. well, it does in a way - count down the years until the door appears]
[but she isn't thinking about that, oh no. She's not thinking at all, just aiming and firing and reloading Indy's beloved gun]
[it makes her feel a bit better, if nothing else.
[but she isn't thinking about that, oh no. She's not thinking at all, just aiming and firing and reloading Indy's beloved gun]
[it makes her feel a bit better, if nothing else.
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hate you
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[like she's drowning]
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[her eyes are open and wide and dark with lustdesire]
[then, helplessly,]
please don't stop...
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"I've been gone from everyone," he murmurs, touching her jaw, "everyone, mortal and immortal..." And kisses her softly with his other hand on the cup of her hip.
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[another kiss stops her words, and though after this she'll hate herself, for the moment she's just standing there, helplessly; a junkie finally getting her fix]
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"You're beautiful," he mutters, with absolute truth.
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Roger, please... [her throaty voice is a husky, broken moan]
[please go away. please kiss me, take me please...
please go away
please take me with you]