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[eldorne_girl]

[The door is shut. Not locked, never locked, but the door to Delia's and Josie's room is shut.]

[inside, there is only one person - Delia. Lovely, pretty little Delia, red-eyed and curled up on her bed.]

[Drinking]

[Because some things never change.]

Comments

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Oh -- her.

You?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Him.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You'll have to be a little more specific.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Why? You leave yourself open.

[her eyes fall onto his chest, she blinks and looks away]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Does it bother you.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

(for someone who claims to love him...)

Yes.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Why.

*He appears to really not understand.*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Well, if you can't be bothered to remember, I'm hardly going to remind you.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*softly* Be nice, Delia.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she laughs - dark and nearly broken]

Picked the wrong night for nice.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Why?

Who hasn't been nice to you?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

I...

walked away from him.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Valentine?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Roger!

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom smiles, soft and sweet.*

Kidding, Delia.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[softly]

No, I'm not.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You're a brave girl.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Or maybe just tired.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

That's . . .

Less flattering.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Yes. Brave would be nice. I just...I can't do it anymore.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

I think.

That would have made me happy once.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Not anymore?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

I don't know what I want anymore.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Wine?

[she holds up the bottle]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

That's probably a good start.