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Dec. 21st, 2005 12:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslingerRoland acquired a coat from the Bar. Because he doesn't need to be catching a cold while he's here. And also he's had enough of being cold to last him several lifetimes, we all say thankya.
So he's out by the swing again. Smoking. Later he'll walk some.
So he's out by the swing again. Smoking. Later he'll walk some.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:01 pm (UTC)The Tonks-Wrangles, as a household, hold mulled wine in great esteem, and Crowley has been indulging, rather. But, like the rest of the world, he does have some last-minute Christmas shopping to do in the morning, and instead of simply willing the alcohol from his bloodstream, decided on a brief stroll in the cold as a slightly less uncomfortable way of sobering up.
He's beginning to regret it. Scottish winters are a hell of a lot colder than London ones, after all.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
To the swing and back, he decides, as a compromise. There's someone there already, although with his back turned to the demon. It's a nice image, though, Crowley thinks. Very lone wolf.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:03 pm (UTC)Roland hears the footsteps -- hard not to -- but doesn't turn.
It's full dark; whoever it is would be sneaking, if they meant him harm.
Crunch does not equal sneaking.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:08 pm (UTC)Though it probably sounds a bit more familiar than crunch.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:13 pm (UTC)Roland is smirking.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:17 pm (UTC)Approaching closer now - almost level:
"It's always hilarious when it happens to the cold-blooded guy."
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:20 pm (UTC)Roland looks over his shoulder.
He hasn't stopped smirking yet.
"What up, sai?"
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:24 pm (UTC)At least the snow breaks his fall.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:26 pm (UTC)He does, however, manage to stop smirking.
Barely.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:32 pm (UTC)What fall?
Crowley didn't fall. That's crazy talk. See? He's standing right there. Perfectly upright. Like it never happened. Which it didn't.
He brushes a bit of snow off himself.
Oh yeah, and stares.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:35 pm (UTC)Roland-style.
Which means he's looking at Crowley.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:42 pm (UTC)But.
What up, sai?
"Fuck me," he says, faintly.
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:48 pm (UTC)"No."
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:59 pm (UTC)"What the hell are you doing here?"
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:01 pm (UTC)Pause.
"And smoking." He holds up his cigarette.
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:08 pm (UTC)And then, supremely aware of the absurdity of both the situation and the gesture, he extends his hand.
"Well, uh. Hi. Er - long days and pleasant nights," he corrects himself.
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:13 pm (UTC)It's fairly much a guarantee. Roland doesn't say that, of course.
"You've been well, I hope?" And by 'well', Roland means 'not discorporated'.
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:17 pm (UTC)He can't help it - the look of pure WHUT has dissolved into a grin has dissolved into the beginnings of laughter.
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:22 pm (UTC)"I should really stop expecting folken to give me a different answer, shouldn't I."
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 11:42 pm (UTC)It's not a question, not exactly - Crowley'd asked the Lady herself, after all, and she'd told him yes.
But still.
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:50 pm (UTC)And if he's thinking of what Andronicus Crowley asked him to do...well.
"Think the phrase is 'about damn time'."
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Date: 2005-12-20 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 12:10 am (UTC)And almost says something.
And then doesn't.
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:12 am (UTC)"I know, I know, temporal paradox. I 'spose I'll just have to... wait and see."
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:14 am (UTC)Demon, and all.
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 12:22 am (UTC)"...sometimes I wonder whose side you're truly on."
A very, very small smile.
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:32 am (UTC)Quiet.
"Mine. Me and mine."
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:33 am (UTC)It's kind of ugly.
"Off the record, then."
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Date: 2005-12-21 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 12:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 01:16 am (UTC)"'Course, on the record, I'm evil."
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Date: 2005-12-21 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 01:32 am (UTC)"D'you know, er, how long you'll be - ?"
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Date: 2005-12-21 01:34 am (UTC)"A few days, at most."
He looks at Crowley.
"Will you be here, when I go? For River?"
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Date: 2005-12-21 01:48 am (UTC)For a few moments, Crowley focuses very intently on a patch of snow at his feet.
He has the very bizarre feeling that, were he to lift his feet, he might not see any footprints.
He feels lighter - like the hang-time before the
(F = G(Mm/r2))
drop that never really is, because
(find someone to carry you)
Crowley always catches it on time.
"Yes," he says.
And nods.
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Date: 2005-12-21 01:52 am (UTC)And Crowley can take that however he likes.