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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He reaches into his pocket to pull them out, when his hand brushes the ring box. He pauses, and smiles, and it's an oddly confident smile, considering what she just said to him.*

Ideals are for blinkered environmentalists. I've always found that realism suited me much better.

*He takes his hand out of his pocket, and the matches shuffle against each other audibly.*

It's a little more serious than a hobby lately. But you wouldn't know a thing about the reality of our life here yet.

Give it time.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

"Oh I intend to. Time is one of the few things I have in abundance."

She smiles sweetly. His pause and smile are not lost on her. He's up to something, and she knows it.

"I'm glad we had this talk. Now if you'll excuse me, it's past my bedtime."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*He raises an eyebrow*

Sleep well... wherever that is.

[princessofmu.livejournal.com]

"Oh I intend to. Good evening all."

And with that she swishes away. Hips like a metronome, keeping an ancient time.

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks scowls after her for a few moments.

Then she feels Bernard's hand in hers.

Bernard's kiss on her cheek.

She looks away from Leigh-Cheri's retreating figure, and doesn't think about her for the rest of the night.*