eldorne_girl: (borderline alcoholic)
eldorne_girl ([personal profile] eldorne_girl) wrote2007-06-07 03:36 pm

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[The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things and Delia doesn't want to speak or move or even think, so she's drinking. By herself, of course, but drinking anyway.

Kills things. Twitchiness and restlessness, but the door downstairs won't go away.]

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Thom opens the door without asking and hops up on the bed beside her. He takes the bottle out of her hands; admonishes, "Share."

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
You weren't here, [she points out.]

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
You didn't invite me.

*He drinks and hands back the bottle.*

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
*Thom looks wounded.*

You should always invite me.

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[there is a flicker of...something across her lovely face]


[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
We don't break rules, do we?

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:54 am (UTC)(link)

Would leaving break one of them?

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
That depends entirely on where you go.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
*Thom blinks, taken aback; recovers the wine and takes a long swig.*

What do you think that would break?

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure, that's why I'm asking. I'm...I won't be back.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
I know what it would mean.

*Despite the nastiness in his voice, his expression softens, and he reaches out to touch her long, dark hair.*

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[she doesn't move away]

So. Would it?

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:04 am (UTC)(link)

But I'm breaking that rule, too.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
*He smiles.*

I convinced my charming sister to bring me back to life -- she's doing it now. Or will be soon.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
I will be. Remember what that feels like?

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:11 am (UTC)(link)

[she's staring at him, almost confused.]

[she takes another drink]

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
I don't.

*He looks at his hands.*

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
You've been dead longer than I.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:23 am (UTC)(link)

I don't suppose you could haunt me.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
That's what you'll have to do.

*Thom looks up again, meeting her bright green eyes.*

Alanna says she thinks when Adam and I die, Adam will go to our underworld. And I'll go to Hell.

*She didn't specify Hell, but the alternative seems -- unlikely, to say the least.*

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[softly, not looking away,]

When have I let death ever stop me from doing anything?

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
You're letting it stop you now, aren't you?

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
I'm just tired, Thom. There's a difference.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
The difference now is I won't see you.

*He grins.*

You'd think I'd be thrilled.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
*solemnly* You know I am.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
*Thom takes the bottle, sets it on the floor, and -- perhaps rather impulsively -- hugs her.*

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[for a moment, Delia just...freezes. And maybe that moment stretches out until, just maybe, she hugs him back.]

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Are any other rules off now?

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[her bottom lip is trembling, slightly, but hugs are useful for hiding one's face.]

I don't know. Maybe.

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
How about --

*Thom draws his fingers through her hair and, leaning up a bit, kisses her: softly*

-- all of them.

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[she doesn't look up, and doesn't look at him, but maybe there is a ghost of her lovely smile]

All, Thom?

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
*He blushes.*

Unless you'd rather not.

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[that little smiles widens, just a bit, she leans over and kisses him back. Just as softly, just as gentle.]

[identity profile] giftedthom.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
*still a bit red, Thom starts to say something; thinks better of it, and deftly unhooks the back of her dress.*

[identity profile] eldorne-girl.livejournal.com 2007-06-16 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[and in the morning, neither of them are there]