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Mar. 21st, 2005 10:31 pm*Soft humming and the sound of bare feet on a wood floor drift into the bedroom. A moment later Nymphadora appears, wearing a black button-down shirt a few sizes too big. She carries a plate of apples with peanut butter, and as she walks into the room, two glasses of milk obediently float behind.*
She's still asleep. Not for long, though -- she's doing that thing with her foot -- so I fixed her a snack so it'd be ready. And then I got hungry, too.
*Grinning, Nymphadora hands Bernard the plate of apples and climbs into bed beside him, burrowing under the covers before plucking the glasses out of the air and handing him one.*
She's still asleep. Not for long, though -- she's doing that thing with her foot -- so I fixed her a snack so it'd be ready. And then I got hungry, too.
*Grinning, Nymphadora hands Bernard the plate of apples and climbs into bed beside him, burrowing under the covers before plucking the glasses out of the air and handing him one.*
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:34 am (UTC)You worry me sometimes. You really do.
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:36 am (UTC)*He shrugs*
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:39 am (UTC)And I'm sure they were willing to supply you with anything you wanted.
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:40 am (UTC)Well.
I am a loyal and passionate patriot.
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:42 am (UTC)*she grins and settles back against his chest, leaning up to kiss his cheek*
I still can't believe you had a gang. And it was named after you and everything.
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:49 am (UTC)Well, it wasn't all that organized, you know. I'm afraid I was compared more often to Charlie Manson than to John Kerry or any of the more sedate protestors, and how weird is it that I met him in Washington once and he ran for president last year?
*He laughs shortly*
Looking back, seems like I was cut out for this sort of thing all along. The Woodpecker Gang was just a practice run.
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:52 am (UTC)I can see that, yeah. Seems like this gig has a bit more staying power, anyway, which is a very good thing.
...You met Kerry? Huh. Nice guy?
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:54 am (UTC)Um.
We got into a fistfight.
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:56 am (UTC)Um?
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:57 am (UTC)Totally not laughing. Oh no.*
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Date: 2005-03-22 05:58 am (UTC)I called him a pussy.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-22 06:01 am (UTC)Hasn't changed much really.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:02 am (UTC)Stop! Mental picture -- can't breathe --
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:05 am (UTC)I did briefly wish to be un-Bound in mid-October when I head he was running, just so I could go blast his campaign headquarters and blame it on Bush.
But then I realized that I'd have to take credit. The look on his tombstone-face would be worth its weight in gold.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:07 am (UTC)You're a menace to socie--
Oh, wait. You really are.
Have I mentioned lately that I love you?
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:10 am (UTC)Not in the last half hour or so. And that was in the throes of ecstasy and not to be trusted.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:13 am (UTC)*Matching his grin, she leans forward and kisses him, lips slightly parted.*
I do. Every bone in your outlaw-bomber-barman body.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:21 am (UTC)You know, people always ask me how things are, as a matter of conversation, or as concerned acquantences and friends...
And for once there's really nothing to complain about. No bone-deep trauma, no silent yearning for what I can't have.
It's only now that things are quiet that I realize what a hard road it's been for us so far.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:28 am (UTC)Yeah. We've had comas and nightmare-induced insanity and injury and miscommunication and who knows what else.
And now we just get to be us.
*one finger reaches up to trace the side of his face*
Get to figure out what makes you tick. Your habits and idiosyncracies.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:32 am (UTC)*He's joking. Mostly.*
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:33 am (UTC)Ever.
*She's not.*
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:38 am (UTC)You know, Crowley's kind of a dolt when it comes to other people sometimes.
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Date: 2005-03-22 06:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
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