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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is stretched out on a couch, his arms folded behind his head, his hat hanging on the end of the armrest. The Lord of the Rings is open, cover-up, across his chest.

His eyes are open.

He's smiling to himself.

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[lastgunslinger]

If it weren't gentle, there wouldn't be a smile, now, as he looks up at her. It's sad, to be sure -- but there. "Then that does me fine, lady-sai."

And then he busies himself with putting his boots back on.
I feel too young to hold on
And much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you should've come over
Oh, love, I'm waiting for you

[locks_it_up]

She lets him, and flops down on the couch to look at her own shoes.

She doesn't want to put them back on.

Instead, she reaches up and lets down her hair, and as it tumbles back from the brief sleekness into it's usual wild state, the whole of her outfit changes, back into her usual scruffy jeans and tank top.

[lastgunslinger]

His mouth goes dry.
When I'm broken down and hungry for your love, with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight? child, you know how much I need it
And he breathes, and settles back.

Doesn't put an arm around her.

Thinks about it.

And softly, now: "Will you be well, lady-sai?"

[locks_it_up]

She smiles at him, so sweet.

"I will, say thankya."

[lastgunslinger]

"It is good."

Hands in his lap. Fascinating.

Barest smile.

It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

[locks_it_up]

"I should probably get going. I mean, there's a lot going on out there, and all." A sigh. It never does end.

She bumps him with her shoulder, and grins.

"Good to see you again." Good to see him smile. He doesn't do it often enough.

She stands to go, almost... reluctantly?

[lastgunslinger]

She could make him smile more often.
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
He knows she won't.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch
He watches her. There's no almost about it, with the gunslinger. Her gunslinger.
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
"Long days and pleasant nights, lady-sai."

[locks_it_up]

"And may you have twice the number, my gunslinger."

She's not unaware of the irony of her saying that to him... but it's the only thing she could have said.

She picks up her shoes and kisses her fingers and waves goodbye to him.

Someday, he will be hers.