Charlie Pace (
bloodyrockgod) wrote2006-06-08 06:20 pm
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There are swans in Hyde Park, both black and white. There are trees to sit under and white chairs by the river, and most days, even at its busiest, it's peaceful and green.
Charlie and Darien sit on the grass under a large oak, far away enough from the river that their picnic is not a temptation to the swans. It's warm out--for Britain--and Charlie is soaking up the sun.
It's good to be home.
[ooc: mun's memories of London are fuzzy, woe. obviously she needs to go back.]
Charlie and Darien sit on the grass under a large oak, far away enough from the river that their picnic is not a temptation to the swans. It's warm out--for Britain--and Charlie is soaking up the sun.
It's good to be home.
[ooc: mun's memories of London are fuzzy, woe. obviously she needs to go back.]
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"That so?"
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"I'm with you, ain't I?"
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"You're keeping track, babe?"
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"I can't say I've-- well, okay, life's been better, but if you subtract the death, insanity, mayhem, terrorism, and forced employment, I've never had a better seven months in my life."
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He said it.
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"I mean, the governments a bitch about the whole thing, but I figure there's always Canada."
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...he's very confused.
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"Oh. Uh... define ambivalent?"
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He sighs. "I'm so scared," he says slowly, "that if we get married, everything will change. And not for the better."
He swallows hard again.
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"Change happens, Charlie. The only thing that's dangerous is when you try and halt things. Then it all goes to hell."
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"Did I ever tell you I used to date David?"
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He rolls his eyes.
"What the hell does it matter? What does it have to do with anything, Charlie? So you freak. So what?"
And he takes Charlie's head in his hands, makes him look at him.
"I'm an expert at freaking even when I don't want to, man. You know it. I know it. I don't have a choice. And you know what? You don't need a fucked up gland in your head to freak you out against your will. You ever choose to leave me? I mean, really choose? FINE. But I fucked up too many times to let you go over a screw up. Over freaking out. Do you hear me, Charlie Pace?"
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