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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[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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[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

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

He grins.

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

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[pause]

Boys?

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

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

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[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]

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

"Aye."

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

"Sorry."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[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.

[that-valentine.livejournal.com]

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.