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milliways_bar2006-05-26 02:47 am
prone-to-panic.livejournal.com) wrote in milliways_bar2006-05-26 02:47 am
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Archie is outside again. It seems to be something of a cycle; full moon, can't sleep. New moon, can't sleep. So he is out sitting on a rock at the edge of the lake with a cup of chocolate, watching the light frim the bar and the light from the stars reflecting off the wavelets. His sword is propped against the rock next to him. He may or may not have been practicing a moment ago.
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He leans back, gazing up at the stars showing between the leaves. Not towards her or away, just there.
"Any time, my dear."
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I...oh, fuck it.
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Archie was getting out his handkercheif when she spoke, making him start a bit.
"Er... I'm sorry?"
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A quiet sigh.
"We all do on occasion. Do you wish to tell of it?"
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Not really.
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He nods once, he understands.
"Then would you like me to stay, or shall I go?"
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[her voice is a bit stronger now.]
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He reaches to give her hand a little squeeze.
"Then let me know when you decide, hm?"
Until then, he'll just be there, solid and warm.
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[and if she ends up just resting her head on his shoulder, then so be it.]
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He's there. And if sometimes he has trouble knowing what words to say to ake things better for people, he's very good at simply being there.