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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

There is a Gorlim--
in the bar
with a Book of -- Poetry
and an iPod

hence the peculiarly
Emily-Dickenson-esque entry
Post.

Come and say
Hello.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"Never! Never never never never never!!" He clings desperately. "And will you forget me?"

[namo]

Námo cups his face.

"Four centuries could not wipe you from my memory," he says quietly, but with as much conviction as his voice can convey.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim smiles and hugs Namo tightly.

"I'll miss you every second."

[namo]

He returns the hug just as tightly.

"And I you," he murmurs. He remains still, with Gorlim in his arms. "Would you like to come to my room? Perhaps nap with me before I go? Or, if not nap, lay with me under the quilts where we can be close and touch and stare without being so public?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim gives him a quiet smile.

"That would be lovely. Yes. Just for a little while."

[namo]

He kisses him softly.

"Yes. Just a little while."

Námo kisses Gorlim again, sweetly, and the two disappear from their booth.