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eldorne_girl) wrote2006-02-14 11:09 pm
eldorne_girl) wrote2006-02-14 11:09 pm
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[George carries her up, up the stairs, up to his room, all the while cradling her like she was something precious, something fragile...
Something broken.]
[the door is shut, but not locked (a good thing, always a good thing, locks mean you can't get out can't escape...) and when the lanky thief places her on the bed, Delia just curls up into a huddle of thick hair and silken skirts; curls up, and doesn't stop crying.]
[not for a long time]
[but sooner or later she has to stop and, slowly, she does - the sobbing becomes weeping which becomes a sniff and a hiccup here and there. But the whole time, she doesn't move, just stares out with reddened green eyes not really seeing anything. At last, though, she draws in a shaky breath and whispers,]
I'm a wreck, aren't I?
Something broken.]
[the door is shut, but not locked (a good thing, always a good thing, locks mean you can't get out can't escape...) and when the lanky thief places her on the bed, Delia just curls up into a huddle of thick hair and silken skirts; curls up, and doesn't stop crying.]
[not for a long time]
[but sooner or later she has to stop and, slowly, she does - the sobbing becomes weeping which becomes a sniff and a hiccup here and there. But the whole time, she doesn't move, just stares out with reddened green eyes not really seeing anything. At last, though, she draws in a shaky breath and whispers,]
I'm a wreck, aren't I?
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"No. But I came damn near close.."
Closer than he's been willing to admit to anyone.
He remembers the howl of animal misery that welled up inside him - how he forced it down and away, with all the will he possessed. How he waited until he was safely alone before succumbing to his grief.
"Everyone has moments of weakness Delia. You're mortal, not made of stone.."
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He takes her hand and squeezes it gently.
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[she squeezes back - her hand is so small, compared to his. Small and delicate, with fragile fingers. Hard to believe, really, that that hand helped nearly bring down Jonathan's barely-started reign]
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Like the rest of her.
Very different from.. no - best he not follow that train of thought. He won't go there.
He chides himself for his own foolishness.
"Well, I for one don't think less of you for it.."
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Thank you, George.
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"Is there anything else I can do for you, Delia?"
[Because right now, there isn't much he wouldn't do..]
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I probably should get back to Josie, but I don't want to move at the moment.
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"You're welcome to stay here as long as you like." he winces at how that sounds - because really he doesn't mean it to sound.. suggestive - but doesn't rescind it.
"This can be your safe haven, if need be.."
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[a wry smile]
You're not unstable like Josie is.
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".. And I'll take that last bit as a compliment."
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Well. I've never heard of you going after anyone with an ax, have you?
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