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[eldorne_girl]

[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.

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helpless, helplessly addicted; she's set on fire by nothing but his touch and taste and voice]

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]