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[eldorne_girl]

[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.]

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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[her bottom lip is trembling, slightly, but hugs are useful for hiding one's face.]

I don't know. Maybe.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

How about --

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

-- all of them.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't look up, and doesn't look at him, but maybe there is a ghost of her lovely smile]

All, Thom?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He blushes.*

Unless you'd rather not.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[that little smiles widens, just a bit, she leans over and kisses him back. Just as softly, just as gentle.]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*still a bit red, Thom starts to say something; thinks better of it, and deftly unhooks the back of her dress.*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[and in the morning, neither of them are there]