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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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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

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.*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[softly, not looking away,]

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

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You're letting it stop you now, aren't you?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

I'm just tired, Thom. There's a difference.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

The difference now is I won't see you.

*He grins.*

You'd think I'd be thrilled.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Are you?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*solemnly* You know I am.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom takes the bottle, sets it on the floor, and -- perhaps rather impulsively -- hugs her.*

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[for a moment, Delia just...freezes. And maybe that moment stretches out until, just maybe, she hugs him back.]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Are any other rules off now?

[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]