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Curtis Everett ([personal profile] 2goodarms) wrote2016-01-11 10:44 pm

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"Okay." Curtis upends the bag of winter clothes on the floor of Dejah's room, spreading them out so she can get a better look. "This oughta be enough. It's not that bad out today."

Since Curtis's definition of not that bad out is a tad skewed, there's still quite a bit of clothing in the pile. A jacket, two sweaters (one thinner than the other), long pants, long johns, a scarf, mittens, boots, plush socks, a pair of bright purple earmuffs...

And, of course, a hat.

With pompoms and earflaps.

(Bar, you are the best.)
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[personal profile] dejah_thoris 2016-01-28 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose. I mean, it depends on where and when the pennant's being flown, but sometimes it has a symbol on it. In my casual situations like this, banners tend to simply be in house colors. Everyone knows the blue and silver of Helium. Well, at least on Barsoom they do."

She takes his arm again, rubs her nose with the back of her hand. It's turning a bit blue.
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[personal profile] dejah_thoris 2016-01-28 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
She looks on as he wraps her up, a little surprised. He pulls it up over her nose and she grins at him, her eyes sparkling above the scarf.

Her answer is only a little muffled. "Yes, I think so. Bar mentioned something to me about a drink called a Hot Toddy? It sounded delicious."
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[personal profile] dejah_thoris 2016-01-28 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
She leans against him, content and serene.

They walk arm in arm, in companionable silence until they get to the lake path again. Dejah takes a breath and almost says something.

He can hear the whisper of curiosity and concern in her unspoken thought.
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[personal profile] dejah_thoris 2016-01-28 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
She sighs and shakes her head. "Nothing."

A moment later.

"It's just --"

The image of Edgar is clear in her mind. Edgar's hasty retreat from the bar when they showed up. It's a stone in her shoe. It hurts and she'd like to do something about it. But she's not quite sure what, or if it's even her place to do anything at all.

"Nevermind."
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[personal profile] dejah_thoris 2016-01-28 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Curtis..." She turns to glance at him, squeezes his arm tight.

His name in her mouth becomes a ribbon of warmth. Of love, pure and unambiguous. She doesn't understand, but that's all right. She doesn't have to.

"I love you."
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[personal profile] dejah_thoris 2016-01-30 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Always. She adjusts her bright purple earmuffs and takes him by the hand.

It's a long walk back to the bar, but walking with him, hand in hand, she doesn't mind. The cold can't touch her. She has earmuffs.

And him.