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cold_dry_pieces) wrote2008-12-03 04:52 pm
cold_dry_pieces) wrote2008-12-03 04:52 pm
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Debra doesn't remember. If she does, she hasn't said anything. Maybe she simply didn't make the connections, didn't realize what she meant when she spoke of sons. Either way it's for the best and I'm too pleased to care.
I don't think she realized Dexter was here at all. Which certainly made things easier. Distracted watching his lies unravel--I almost wish she knew what her hallowed father did--
But... free, unwatched; unquestioned, a City full of passing strangers who wouldn't be there in the morning anyway. I couldn't have asked for better circumstances.
It's not enough; it never is. But for the moment it suffices, sublimely satisfying in an unaccustomed way. A resolution far too long in coming. Worth the wait, though I can't speak for the consequences, knowing there will be no repetition. Here and gone, and gone; the unspoken finality of it... celebratory but bittersweet. Like our 'first' meeting; blood in place of ashes. Better. But not again, it seems. I have nowhere to go from here, after all, and no way to call my brother back. It's not what I'd prefer, but... it suffices. For one moment we were paired blades. For a moment there was a clear, undeniable meaning.
I can't help but wonder; after midnight, did he find that slender piece of glass in his pocket, and wonder where it came from, whose it was? Back to his fiance and the niece or nephew I'll never meet. Lies are all that hold our family together, after all.I should have been glad to see her, right? Maybe it's for the best; at least she believed what we told her. That we were all right. And even so-- I don't need her defense but I liked seeing it. Hmn. Better off, I hope.
I still wish my brother would come back. But for the first time since he, left my head is clear of questions. I'm always calm, after; but it's hard to believe that it was so easy, when it was building for so long. The finality is as comforting as it is distressing. I'm not waiting.
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If that's the standard for the month, I think I'll opt to hibernate. I mean, I've had worse, but not much more embarrassing than that.
I didn't expect to feel much in the way of holiday cheer, but actually I've been in a great mood lately. Stuffed sojourn excepted, of course. It's a little colder than I'd like-- Miami's not known for its white Christmases.
I guess it's time to start shopping, huh?
Debra doesn't remember. If she does, she hasn't said anything. Maybe she simply didn't make the connections, didn't realize what she meant when she spoke of sons. Either way it's for the best and I'm too pleased to care.
I don't think she realized Dexter was here at all. Which certainly made things easier. Distracted watching his lies unravel--
But... free, unwatched; unquestioned, a City full of passing strangers who wouldn't be there in the morning anyway. I couldn't have asked for better circumstances.
It's not enough; it never is. But for the moment it suffices, sublimely satisfying in an unaccustomed way. A resolution far too long in coming. Worth the wait, though I can't speak for the consequences, knowing there will be no repetition. Here and gone, and gone; the unspoken finality of it... celebratory but bittersweet. Like our 'first' meeting; blood in place of ashes. Better. But not again, it seems. I have nowhere to go from here, after all, and no way to call my brother back. It's not what I'd prefer, but... it suffices. For one moment we were paired blades. For a moment there was a clear, undeniable meaning.
I can't help but wonder; after midnight, did he find that slender piece of glass in his pocket, and wonder where it came from, whose it was? Back to his fiance and the niece or nephew I'll never meet. Lies are all that hold our family together, after all.
I still wish my brother would come back. But for the first time since he, left my head is clear of questions. I'm always calm, after; but it's hard to believe that it was so easy, when it was building for so long. The finality is as comforting as it is distressing. I'm not waiting.
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If that's the standard for the month, I think I'll opt to hibernate. I mean, I've had worse, but not much more embarrassing than that.
I didn't expect to feel much in the way of holiday cheer, but actually I've been in a great mood lately. Stuffed sojourn excepted, of course. It's a little colder than I'd like-- Miami's not known for its white Christmases.
I guess it's time to start shopping, huh?
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All things considered you seem pretty well-adjusted about it.
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I think that we do have hearts, though.
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But I still think helping the Superior will make it better.
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[OoC: More of a self-fulfilling prophecy how I see it.]