Alain's birthday

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It's almost sunset, and the preparations are almost finished.

Cuthbert, Lilly, and the waitrats they've roped into helping out have set up tables with food out by the lake. On one of them, there's a small CD player currently playing The Beatles.

A few games are set up in the surrounding area--the kind you'd find at any country fair or picnic--but on the whole, there's nothing elaborate.

All that's needed now is for people to show up.


[Summary: Alain has a birthday party. Roland, Cuthbert, Susan, Lilly, Faith, Ace, Meg, and Gavroche attend. There are snow cones and lovely presents and a general mood of "there's doom all around, so let's make this one thing tonight happy and fun".]

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[lastgunslinger]

"There's one in Paris that I've seen. Not that one. But another. Same kind of thing."

They had it in Gilead, too, along the halls of the castle.

It's why Roland loves it.

A small remembrance of what's gone, and why it's worth holding in one's mind.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain remembers.

He's still holding it up, watching it twist slightly in the breeze. The light dances through it.

[lastgunslinger]

Quietly: "Happy birthday, Al."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain gives him a sidelong smile, and drapes an arm around Roland's shoulders in a quick one-armed hug.

"Thanks."

He's probably not just talking about the present or the birthday wishes.