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lastgunslinger ([personal profile] lastgunslinger) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2009-08-26 08:15 pm

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It's simple enough, in the end.

One day Roland leaves the castle to go a-walking; he stays gone for a while. When he returns, it raises no eyebrows.

He smiles.

Time to go alleyo.




It's simple enough, in the end: a section of the forest on the outskirts of the barony of New Canaan. A door, ghostwood, familiar. Not as though he doesn't know what to expect, with the chimes, the brief sensation of falling.





He might even lose his balance and stumble, just a little, when he appears not in front of the bar, but by the lake -- by the Caribbean inlet, in fact. Tide's coming in.

Roland Deschain looks up at the stars, takes in a breath, and does not smile in the least.

He'll stay put, he thinks, looking at the building and the lights, hearing faint sounds of water, glass, low voices. For now.
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2009-08-30 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
She inclines her head in agreement, without saying anything at all.

In truth, nothing need be said between them, not in this.

A pause, and then she addresses his question.

"At present, I am collecting tales and information that might be used to write a history of a place known as Twin Peaks."
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2009-08-31 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"A few," she replies. "For one, it is an interesting place of a nature well worth the study, I believe."
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2009-08-31 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
This time, however, she returns glance for glance in kind.

"Do you doubt me?"
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2009-08-31 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"It is a true answer," she counters. "More than you may realize. But perhaps I might be more able to discern it, were you to tell me something of why you yourself have been pondering such a question."
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2009-08-31 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
For all of her serene manner, for all that she is sitting still and so is able to give little away, there is no mistaking the stunned look in the dark eyes.

"Is it so? Truly?"
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2009-08-31 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Light be praised," she breathes. "How is it possible?"
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2009-09-02 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
She listens intently to every word, every nuance. It is clear that much of specific detail is being omitted; as much, if not more, as she herself had merely touched on or left unsaid.

It is enough, all the same.

When he pauses, there is silence between them for a moment.

"And now?"