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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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[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.