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[this is a sight that hasn't been seen for a while...]

[Delia, in a booth, drinking. If one is observant, you could see that she looks very pale and her eyes are red, but only the blind could not see her drinking.]

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Now, did I say it was sad? Or even bad?

[she's more then a little tipsy, yes]

"I am glad to hear," he says, perfectly straight-faced, "that art a fan of mine oral skills."

[that gets a long stare]

[and then a rather wicked giggle]

Valentine stills looks innocent. Completely.

You, dearest, are a very bad man.

"Aye," he agrees, solemnly.

"Terrible."

Utterly.

"So."

He rubs the back of his fingers thoughtfully uder his chin.

"Hast picked out any dresses that might suit? If we are to visit Verona, you must look your best."

The green one and the red one, I'm partial to both.

"Then shalt have both, 'tis simple enough."

He grins.

"You must look beautiful for my boys, I want them to meet you."

[pause]

Boys?

"Two," he nods. "Twelve, and fourteen. Fine young men, if they have had to grow without a mother."

[paid with life, paid with the lives of the children I'll never have]

Ah, yes. Your wife...with the youngest.

[she looks away, and just finishes her glass]

"Aye."

And he is silent a moment, before dropping a kiss to her forehead.

"Sorry."

[softly]

Not your fault. I had to pay with something greater then myself, didn't I?

[possibly this will make no sense to him, but she IS drunk]

Um. I wouldn't mind being alone, though. Right now. Please.

He nods.

"Of course. You know where I am, should you want me."

And, rather sadly, he does as she asks.

He always has to fuck up, doesn't he. Damn. No. Damned.

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