[ John, who can read the edge in her, fills in something more useful than a name: ]
We got in a bit of an argument, before you came... but I think we've sorted it out now.
[ His smile to Lazarus is fixed, tense with the question of it: haven't we, it says. She's up and walking, which unsettles the terms of their deal. Lazarus swore not to unearth her tomb; he did not swear not to dig at this open wound, hook claws into this weak spot, within the fresh context of a living body at his side.
Still. She is sacred; he won't bear disrespect; he will wear his love of her open and raw, and they won't have to come to blows about it. It'd be nice to keep the peace. ]
You're collecting hands now? [ But he can still be a dick in little, petty ways, if it's funny. ]
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We got in a bit of an argument, before you came... but I think we've sorted it out now.
[ His smile to Lazarus is fixed, tense with the question of it: haven't we, it says. She's up and walking, which unsettles the terms of their deal. Lazarus swore not to unearth her tomb; he did not swear not to dig at this open wound, hook claws into this weak spot, within the fresh context of a living body at his side.
Still. She is sacred; he won't bear disrespect; he will wear his love of her open and raw, and they won't have to come to blows about it. It'd be nice to keep the peace. ]
You're collecting hands now? [ But he can still be a dick in little, petty ways, if it's funny. ]