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[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

There's an elderly man seated near the observation window. For all that he's in what's really a tatty nightrobe, he looks as stately as any king. He's wearing even his sorrow with dignity.

There is sorrow, though. For one reason or another, tonight is a night for remembering.

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She sparks the lighter again, and runs her fingers through the flame.

"I would think you'd have known this."

[pointed-spoon.livejournal.com]

"What?"

He's not really listening. He lost the thread of this.

"I know you. Of course I do. I see what there is."

[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

"," she says, simply.

It is what it is.

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he replies, and holds the universe in his eyes for a split second before looking away again.

[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

It's enough.

The fire is on her hand, then, and skittering up her arm before vanishing, extinguished.

"My lord."

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"Finally."

His lips quirk into something like a smile.

[bright-burning.livejournal.com]

"It explains the children, anyway."

But she's already regaining her confidence.