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Nov. 19th, 2005 11:03 pmIt's a little hard to figure out time in the Dreaming. In some cases, that's the point.
Kind of like this one.
Eventually, a little ways down the beach, a chair becomes visible. A tall lifeguard's chair.
Somebody's sitting in it.
Kind of like this one.
Eventually, a little ways down the beach, a chair becomes visible. A tall lifeguard's chair.
Somebody's sitting in it.
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Date: 2005-11-22 06:54 pm (UTC)"I left him first."
Pause.
"Twice."
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Date: 2005-11-22 06:56 pm (UTC)"Twice?"
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Date: 2005-11-22 06:57 pm (UTC)He steps forward to stand beside her, arms folded across his chest. "Did he ever tell you how he died?"
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:00 pm (UTC)"Just said in battle. It didn't seem like so much of a good topic, even for a death story, so... we never really had a lengthy conversation about it."
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:01 pm (UTC)Roland is dead, and Alain is gone; the knowledge can't hurt anybody any more.
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:03 pm (UTC)"Do I?"
Because she can't really think how this is going to help, but if Roland thinks so, then...
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 07:06 pm (UTC)"Fine. Yes, I want to know."
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:07 pm (UTC)Entirely matter-of-fact.
"Accidentally."
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:09 pm (UTC)"... you what?"
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:10 pm (UTC)Normally Roland doesn't like repeating himself. His tone is mild.
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:16 pm (UTC)Lilly's quiet, for a long time. But... friendly fire's not exactly unheard of in her world, and there was a time when her own brother was under suspicion of accidentally murdering her, so.
"He still left, though. Bert too. Didn't kinda everyone leave you?"
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:18 pm (UTC)His hands are on his hips now. The fire crackles behind him.
"Except for Susannah. She left me first. And then..." A half-shrug. "I never found out what was through her door."
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:22 pm (UTC)Another silence.
"Alain's not coming back. And... I'm not going anywhere for a while."
She smiles, humorlessly.
"You know why?"
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 08:23 pm (UTC)She sighs.
"A busful of people I knew at Neptune went over a cliff. I got Veronica off, but... realized too late they were in danger too. They died. I came back, Meg got shot and killed in the greenhouse. Then... I had dreams, about River and Mal, and none of the crew'd been in the bar, so I was worried."
A shrug.
"Not worried enough. I didn't do anything till the next day, when Raven said he could take me there. We got to the ship. It had crashed, and been abandoned, except... Wash was still there. Because he was dead."
She trails off, remembering the shock of that sight.
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:26 pm (UTC)Fingertwirl.
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:31 pm (UTC)Lilly looks down at her hands twisted together in her lap.
"I didn't ask what it was. It turns out... I traded my trip to Death's realm for Wash's trip back."
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:33 pm (UTC)From somewhere he's gotten a cigarette.
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:38 pm (UTC)"Not... not really. Not yet."
She tries for a smile that never quite makes it.
"Ask me again in a hundred years."
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:47 pm (UTC)"Why a hundred years?"
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:55 pm (UTC)"It's a nice round number. I don't actually have any idea how long I have to wait now. Raven basically said a while, and, well, he's been alive for about a zillion years. But he's also a trickster and a bastard, so really it could be any time."
Long enough to matter, I think.
"Just... probably not any time that I think of as soon."
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:59 pm (UTC)"If I were to give you advice again, it would be the same thing I told Jake, a long time ago."
More smoke.
"It happened. Make do."
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Date: 2005-11-22 09:00 pm (UTC)Lilly glances around.
"I made this, after all."
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Date: 2005-11-22 09:02 pm (UTC)There's a stick resting on the sand at his feet; Roland picks it up and pokes at the fire. "Almost ready."
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