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collects_ears) wrote2006-01-12 11:18 pm
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OOM: At night by the lake.
George is standing by the edge of the lake, wrapped in his traveling cloak. He returned to Milliways this evening but after a quick visit to his room to stash his saddlebags - and coming to the realization that he doesn't feel much like socializing - he slipped unnoticed through the bar and out the back.
Now, watching his breath puff in the chilly air - he feels calm.
Centered.
He breathes in the night air.
Lost in his thoughts.
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*It's almost as if she's trying to convince herself. She swallows again and holds out her wrist. George should know her well enough to notice an added scar.*
I am happy, George. But I hate that you're not, and that I had any role in that. May the Gods strike me down if I lie.
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He glances at her wrist.
He can guess what the scar represents.
"Ah. You've been to the desert."
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*Alanna traces the fourth scar with her thumb and lowers her arm.*
Aye.
We're not married, but it's something like that. Bound.
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Somehow it's less painful than he thought it would be.
"Congratulations."
He leans over and kisses her gently on the forehead.
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Thank you.
So.
*She looks up.* Are we going to stop hiding from each other?I just... don't want to ignore the issue and act like everything is fine when it's not.
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"I can't promise everything will be instantly ok between us. But I do promise I will tell you when there's a problem. You don't hide from me. I don't hide from you. The rest happens as it does. Or doesn't. Will that suffice?"
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*Alanna takes a deep breath.*
Yes. I'm tough, George. If you need to back away, or just yell, know that you can. Because I'm not going anywhere, I promise.
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He smiles.
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"Neither am I. What a pair we make." he says, shaking his head. "A right mess, the both of us."
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*She sighs.*
I should see to Mithros. Perhaps we can go for a ride soon?
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He looks at her hopefully. "Please?"
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You have my word on it. Thank you, George.
*Grinning, she swings up on her horse and asks for a canter, waving over her shoulder as they leave.*