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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.]
Kills things. Twitchiness and restlessness, but the door downstairs won't go away.]
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*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.*
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When have I let death ever stop me from doing anything?
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*He grins.*
You'd think I'd be thrilled.
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I don't know. Maybe.
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*Thom draws his fingers through her hair and, leaning up a bit, kisses her: softly*
-- all of them.
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All, Thom?
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Unless you'd rather not.
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