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Apr. 28th, 2011 01:05 pm( unfinished )
{ xanadu } tell me, am i your baby?
Apr. 9th, 2010 12:56 am"Dominica, have you ever known me to be anything other than 'terribly careful'?" ....oh, she probably shouldn't answer that. How many times has she mended his clothing? How many bullet holes have there been?
"Do you want me to answer that, or shall I just laugh at you a little?"
( you misunderstand me, just want a piece of your ass, impress me, after all i'm a lady, and dude if you bore me- i'll send you back to your wife )
No matter how shallow the grave, it does take a bit of time to dig oneself free and attempt to brush off whatever dirt, dust, and bloodstains exist. During this whole enterprise, Norrington entertained himself by reviewing his time in Dustdevil and eventually came to the conclusion that on the whole, he enjoyed the town and her people, and that it was a fair trade to give his life to prevent a robbery. He's fairly sure that this Sunday, during his funeral service, there won't be a dry eye left in town. Nostalgia aside, it is a bit of a bother to leave everything behind and have to walk to the next town, but there's little else he can do but sigh and turn to the east.
( In which life goes on. )
