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[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia is in the bar, curled up in her booth and reading 'the Prince', still]

[jeans, black jumper, hair out, she doesn't look like a lady at all.]

[well, that's good.]

[ooc: Will be back in an hour an a half, or so Back]

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[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Why?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Bad dream.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

. . . about?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Me. Alex. Dancing. Knives. Silence.

You know how it is.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

Actually, no. But all right.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Wine? [she asks, holding a glass out to him]

You need to look a little more alive, really.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom takes it, nodding a fascimile of thanks.* What for? I'm not.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

That still is no excuse for looking dead. People will put you in a tomb if you aren't careful.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He giggles and drinks.* Just so long as no one's in there with me.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Erh, I don't think of anyone who would be.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom shrugs.* I've had enough of meeting people in tombs. Anyway.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Anyway.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

My turn? all right. When did dreams with Alex and dancing and knives stop being fantasies for you?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[calmly, cooly] When it's against my will, and I get killed at the end of the dream.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*He drinks.* Fair enough.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she shudders, and absently her hand reaches up to her neck before dropping]

I thought so, too. Didn't break another mirror, though.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*grins at her* 'Course not. It was my turn.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[sing-song] Mirror, Mirror, on the wall...

My turn. Did you dream?

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*loftily* I never do.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she raises an eyebrow, scornfully]

Liar, liar, pants on fire...

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

*Thom's pants are not engulfed in fire. How dare she.

He scoffs wonderfully.* Don't project.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[calmly]

My pants aren't on fire, either. So I'm not lying.

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

They could be . . .

Oh, whatever. I don't care.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

Never did, never do, never will. [she nods, and takes another drink of wine]

[giftedthom.livejournal.com]

You never what?