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[quietly]

Hello, Charlie.

"Hey! Delia." He smiles at her, not pausing his fingers. "Long time no see, lovely Delia."

[she grins back at him]

Months, Charlie-O, months.

"My apologies, dear. Been a bit more inclined to keep to myself lately."

[she shrugs, and sits near him with her legs crossed]

That's fine, we all go through stages like that.

"Yeah . . . and I had that whole 'death' thing and the 'I haven't seen my boyfriend for two months and I have no idea what's happening to him' thing." He's doing a very bad job with the 'no bitterness' thing.

Oh, dear. [she looks at him sympathetically.] Perhaps I shouldn't mention that I didn't go to your funeral, then.

"'S'okay, I didn't either." He smiles at her weakly.

I did, however, get very drunk and play strip bullshit with at least two people who I didn't know. [she smiles at him sunnily]

I don't think you did that, for some reason.

"No. I think mostly I just kind of lay there.

"But I am glad you got naked in my honor. Feels very appropriate."

[she giggles]

Thought so too, once the hangover went away.

"Poor Delia's noggin.

"Did you know I'm a father? Sort of?"

Really? Oh, that's wonderful! No, I had no idea.

"Yeah. My friend Claire had a baby boy last month--name's Seth--and I'm his . . . champion." He smiles again, more gently this time, very much like a proud papa. "There's a whole thing about a blood bond because I died to protect him. Very mystical."

Ah...well, congratulations, none the less.

"It's about the coolest thing that's ever happened to me. I kind of like being a dad."

[she laughs at that]

It can be like that.

He nods. "So . . . that's what's up with me. What's up with you? Aside from the strip bullshit?"

[she blushes]

Nothing much. Bored, drinking too much, having odd dreams...you know, the normal.

"Hm. Yeah. I know.

"'Cept the drinking. I gave up alcohol for Lent. That's, um, a religious holiday that ends next week and thank God because I wouldn't mind getting plastered."

[she stares]

You give up alcohol for a holiday? [her voice rises at the end of her sentence.]

"You're supposed to sacrifice something for forty days. In old times you didn't eat any meat but it's gotten more flexible. It's all about . . . hrmph. Sacrifice for the sake of atonement. Something like that."

[she still staring]

But, Charlie... [she reaches out, and pats his knee]

"Well . . I have had the hope it would bring Bartleby back sooner. You know, giving up something I loved for someone I love more.

"Probably illogical. Hasn't helped so far."

I don't think religion works like that in real life.

"Well, people generally don't date angels in real life, either, so who knows what rules apply."

[her lips twitch]

True.

"I'm sorry, darling. Once again you haven't caught me in the best of moods."

You've caught me tired and drunk, it's perfectly alright.

[she looks at him, and starts to sing softly]

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
And cares of tomorrow must wait till the day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.

He smiles as he listens to her. "Your voice is very beautiful, no matter how tired you are," he murmurs.

Thank you, Charlie [she smiles back] And, see! A happy song, as well.

"Happines," he murmurs. "Yeas, I seem to recall that." He grins at her ~~much like the icon.~~

[she laughs]

Yes, you seem to do that very well at the moment]

[ooc: bbs, dinner]

[ooc: will be crashing soon, slowtime?]

[ooc: Sure, if you want a post a day thing. They haven't talked for ages. I'll be back for a few hours on my Friday]

[ooc: that works, I think. I'm around :).]

[ooc: eeeexcellent. Missed Charlie *g*]