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Apr. 2nd, 2005 07:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslingerSpin. Parry. Thrust. Move the feet.
It's a deadly dance that Roland is performing by moonlight on the far side of the lake, where the door used to be. And dancing is what it looks like -- only it's a little too halting, a little too dangerous to be graceful.
He has not mastered the sword yet. Yet.
It's a deadly dance that Roland is performing by moonlight on the far side of the lake, where the door used to be. And dancing is what it looks like -- only it's a little too halting, a little too dangerous to be graceful.
He has not mastered the sword yet. Yet.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:17 pm (UTC)"All right."
Roland takes the few steps over to the clump of grass and picks up his gunbelt. He puts it on, and as he is fumbling with the rawhide string that holds the holster still against his thigh, he says, "I'll tell him, and give you his answer, if that does ya."
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:18 pm (UTC)She is sorry.
It changes nothing.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:21 pm (UTC)With his left hand, he makes a fist and raises it, outturned, to his forehead. "Thankee-sai, lady."
There is comfort in courtesy. A
(curtain)
screen to hide behind.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:25 pm (UTC)She manages a smile. It's sad.
"This'd be the part where I wish you long days and pleasant nights, wouldn't it?"
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:27 pm (UTC)The longer his days, the longer he must go without seeing her.
His face is stone.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-02 06:41 pm (UTC)His left hand, the one without the sword in it, is still curled into a fist at his side. A tight fist.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:44 pm (UTC)Then, soft, so soft, her eyes downward.
"Long days and pleasant nights, Roland."
She thinks of rough-but-gentle hands and rib-pokes and shoulder-checks, and is comforted.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:47 pm (UTC)It's perfunctory.
He waits for her to leave.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:49 pm (UTC)And is gone.
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Date: 2005-04-02 06:53 pm (UTC)When he raises it and the light returns, there is no trace of anguish.
He goes to take his sword upstairs, and make ready for the evening.