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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's got a booth. And a scotch. He's sitting in the booth, he's just staring at the scotch.

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"" She laughs quietly, then shivers, eyes closing.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"No, this is not going anywhere at all. We shall have to remedy that."

So he picks her up and (very gently) tosses her over his shoulder. He'll put her down after a few steps, he's just making a point. Or something.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Just a quiet laugh of surprised, as Svava tries to keep her balance on his shoulder.

"Archie!"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He won't let her fall, but he wouldn't be complaining that she's wiggling a bit. He starts for the stairs.

"Well, you weren't getting us anywhere..."

He sets her down on the bottom step so that she is taller than he is now and he is looking up at her, his hands resting lightly on her hips.

"I love you.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava smiles, cupping his cheek with her hand.

"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

It is like a benediction to him, a blessing. He smiles up at her, pure and joyful in spite of everything. He takes her hands and kisses the tips of her fingers, then, still smiling, leads her up the stairs.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

And then up to her room.

FTB