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simplestgift) wrote2011-08-22 07:53 pm
simplestgift) wrote2011-08-22 07:53 pm
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Twenty Bells: [Action/Voice]
[He'd won her a stuffed penguin. She'd been hanging on his arm and squeezing it with a giant grin on her face. Everything felt, finally, like it was going to be okay. Like this trouble between them since sleeping together was just a little thing.
He turns away to grab a strawberry daiquiri for her, still holding her hand. When he turns back, she's gone.
He wanders Lucetiland for a while, looking for her, shaking, still holding the drink, but he knows what's happened. When someone dematerializes while you are touching them...
She was just there, grinning, cheeks rosy. The warmth of her hand hasn't quite faded yet.
He sits on a bench in the middle of the park, staring into space, and nothing in the world draws his attention until, mechanically, he draws out his journal. He's shaking too badly to write, so he has to voice it, and he sounds weak.]
Dawn Summers was sent home.
He turns away to grab a strawberry daiquiri for her, still holding her hand. When he turns back, she's gone.
He wanders Lucetiland for a while, looking for her, shaking, still holding the drink, but he knows what's happened. When someone dematerializes while you are touching them...
She was just there, grinning, cheeks rosy. The warmth of her hand hasn't quite faded yet.
He sits on a bench in the middle of the park, staring into space, and nothing in the world draws his attention until, mechanically, he draws out his journal. He's shaking too badly to write, so he has to voice it, and he sounds weak.]
Dawn Summers was sent home.
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There had to be SOME spite in there, somewhere. After all, this was Horatio Hornblower.