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live_ringer) wrote2011-03-18 10:35 pm
live_ringer) wrote2011-03-18 10:35 pm
☆020- And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall.
Lockon, also known as Aim, is gone.
[Unless there is something in the following comments that needs to be addressed, don't expect a response.]
((ooc: This entry is going up on March 19th. Below will be threads for quicklogs with the people that were told in person on the 18th.))
[Unless there is something in the following comments that needs to be addressed, don't expect a response.]
((ooc: This entry is going up on March 19th. Below will be threads for quicklogs with the people that were told in person on the 18th.))
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[He lifts his glass, peering at it.]
It's not my usual, but it's good to change things up from time to time.
[Translation: Yes, it is too sweet for me, but that wasn't the point of bringing it.]
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[She eyes him, her lips twitching, then sets her own glass down and gets up, heading for the kitchen.]
[She's back a few moments later, with a mostly-empty bottle of whiskey (there's enough for three more drinks at the most) and a short tumbler with a couple of ice cubes.]
[Sets them on the table in front of him, sounding faintly amused.]
Better?
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When she returns with whiskey he has to shake his head, but he's smiling. It's really kind of scary how well she can read him.]
Thanks.
[The glass of wine is swapped out for the tumbler. Mugen looks up curiously as Lyle pours himself a new drink and mewls.]
Mm? Don't get greedy, now. You've still got your own saucer to tend to.
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No, none for him, he'll get sick.
[Settles back on the couch, drawing her legs beneath her. Mugen has just about finished his beer. He licks his whiskers, then gives a slightly wobbly jump onto her lap, where he curls up in contentment.]
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They sit in companionable silence like that for a while, breaking it here and there with snatches of conversation and the occasional joke or story at Neil's expense. When both their glasses have emptied Lyle stands and stretches.]
I'd best head out. [He bends down to scratch the head of a now sleeping Mugen before giving Bastet a slight smile.] I'll see you around.
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[She sets her glass down, standing up to walk him to the door.]
[She pauses before he opens the door; looking up at him in a rare instance of comparing him with Neil. There was the physical resemblance, of course, but Lyle really was more like him than he'd ever admit, or care to hear.]
[Still, though, in just as many ways, they're very different people. And he'd become very dear to her, in ways his brother never had.]
Lyle--
[She breaks off, then pulls his face down, kissing his forehead in a rare, affectionate gesture. Her eyes are squeezed closed for a moment; when she opens them, they're a little wet, and very bright, and her voice is husky with restrained emotion]
You're my family, Lyle. For as long as we both remember.
[As fond as they are of each other, that's more overt affection than either of them has ever shown the other. This may well make him uncomfortable, and they don't ever need to talk about it again...but in light of Neil's third disappearance, it's something she needs to say.]
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Before he can decide how to ask about it or pretend he didn't see it, there is a very confusing moment where she pulls his face down. The puzzlement soon ebbs away at the brief but tender display of fondness, though his eyes are still a little wide with surprise. They are seldom ever this direct.]
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Of course. [Despite the easy tone in which he says it, this is not a concession Lyle makes lightly. His relationship with his blood family may be complex and largely a mystery to him, but the title of family had still remained reserved. Even Jack and Bell, men he'd been 'born' with and gotten along with well didn't get any reciprocation to their use of the term "brother" in anything other than joking terms.
But Bastet has been there through the toughest times of his life here, a dependable constant (and, quite honestly, someone he can bitch with on a similar level when it is needed). It can't be denied, she really does count as family, one of the closest things he has to it right now.
So, what the hell. One good surprise deserves another, so the hand he places on her shoulder actually ends up pulling her forward for a loose hug.)
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[Instead, she loops her arms around his waist, squeezing him back. The top of her head brushes his chin, and she idly wonders why she knows so many oversized men.]
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[After a bit he does disengage, giving her a lazy salute as he heads towards the door.]
I'll see you later. Take care of yourself.
[That last statement does feel necessary to make, because as nice as their touching moment was, he hasn't forgotten the grief that kicked the whole meeting off. And yeah, she's strong, and he expects her to be all right, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be easy.]
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[She pulls back when he does, looking up with a small smile as he opens the door.]
Of course. You too.
[And she means it, despite knowing Lyle has a healthy sense of self-preservation. It's not so much that he needs to hear it, as she needs to say it, given recent events.]
[She stands with one hand on the door as he leaves. Her grief isn't gone, but it's tempered for the time being; knowing she's able to help Lyle through his own goes a long way towards assuaging the helplessness that's so familiar in this place.]
[Looking thoughtful, she closes the door as Lyle walks away, blowing out a long breath.]
[She can't fix everything. But her efforts aren't completely futile.]
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