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1 [accidental voice post eventually filtered by Wolfwood from Knives, Legato and Yuber]

[There's the sound of some background noise; birds tweeting, shrubbery being trodden underfoot, but above all that there's the sound of someone- a woman- humming cheerfully.]

Oh my goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many plants before except in picture books! And isn’t it a lovely day? I’ve never had a dream before where I got to be in a forest, but if it means that I get to see lovely trees and animals like this then I don’t think I mind it at all!

[Some more happy humming can be heard, and footsteps through the undergrowth.]

My back’s all itchy. That’s funny, I don’t usually get an itchy back when I dream. Oh no, I’m not allergic to trees am I? That would be just awful! Magic Book, could you tell me if I’m allergic to trees?

[…]

Silly old Milly, of course the book isn’t going to tell you that, books can’t talk!

…I wonder if there’s a pudding tree? All my very best dreams have pudding somewhere, so it really doesn’t make a lot of sense if there isn’t a pudding tree…

[More humming, someone sure sounds cheerful. Then she stops.]

…I think I’m lost.

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[Expected that, but then, you've always been such a strong woman; he falls right on his butt, barely managing to keep himself upright with one hand while the other curls around her shoulders, lost beneath her hair.

Damn, you really are exactly the same. Was he really expecting something even a little different? He though... what if a few years had passed, what if she'd moved on to better things? But—this is exactly as she was.

He dips his chin and presses his cheek to hers, face contorting into a look of guilt.]

I'm sorry... I broke such an important promise to you. I shouldn't have left you there by yourself.

[The tears are streaming down her face and she can't quite work out if they're happy or sad, but it doesn't matter. Not right now.]

[She's holding him again.]

[She brings her hands up into his hair and turns her face into his neck, trying to urge him closer.]

You didn't break it. That doesn't count. You had to go, you wouldn't be you if you had stayed behind.

[You're wrong, it's not that simple! Didn't I just abandon you because I wasn't strong enough? That's the God's truth, isn't it? He lets her move him closer, and honestly, the numb feeling of surreality is being replaced with an overwhelming sense of grief.

Grief for his own death, but above all, grief for what he'd left behind.]

You've always been too forgiving for your own good...

... [His frown curls, faintly, very faintly, against her hair.]

But that's one of the things I love about you, honey.

[Geez, he'd never thought he'd get to say that dorky little name so teasingly ever again. He's allowed to tease, right? He'd missed doing that so much.]

Edited 2011-03-05 06:09 (UTC)

You didn't do anything wrong.

[She hiccups at the endearment and holds him tighter, because he sounds so... he sounds so exposed.]

[Just like...]

[She screws her eyes closed and just... lets it all out with a sob and she feels so silly because she's getting your collar all wet, she's such a silly Milly.]

Edited 2011-03-06 00:11 (UTC)

[I did plenty wrong, trust me.

But he just sits there with her, letting her cry as long as she needs to. It's a role-reversal for him, being the comforter. It's not that he's unused to it, but this isn't just any person.

...What a day.]

[A few more hiccups and one very soggy shirt collar later- sorry about that darling- Milly pulls herself together and swipes at her eyes with the back of her hand and a manful sniffle.]

There. Everything always looks much, much better after a very good cry.

[She offers him her very best watery smile, which is funny because there's still a few stubborn tears streaking down her cheeks.]

[Man, my poor shirt. |D

He pats her shoulder reassuringly, smiling a little.]

... We'd better get you back to the apartment, before you freeze out here. Even if it's not that cold, it's still winter here, y'know.

[Hey, at least her nose wasn't running.]

[She smiles back, and then puts her hand on top of his.]

[...his hand is warm.]

It is a little cold...

[Small favors, definitely. He grins and shrugs off his jacket to flip onto her shoulders. His little black wings twitch a little at his back, unused to being de-jacketed.] That'll do for now. It's not too far of a walk, luckily. When I'd gotten here, I was a whole day's hike away.

[Remember, I can walk a fuckload of isles.]

Edited 2011-03-06 04:43 (UTC)

That is a relief, I don't think I could walk all that far without shoes, I might accidentally stomp onto something.

[The jacket's nice and warm, and it smells like him too. She tugs it a little tighter around her shoulders, then she peers curiously at his wings.]

Yours are black.

[Oh, right. He looks over his shoulder a little at his own and snickers.]

Yeah, seems like they knew it was my color. Better than bright purple or orange, right?

I really don't think purple would suit you at all well, or orange. Grey might look nice, or even blue, or white.

[Milly chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully for a second, as though she is pondering one of life's very great mysteries.]

[This is so strange. She's standing in the middle of a forest, slowing beginning to lose the feeling in her toes actually, and she's talking to her dead... dead what?]

[And is he her anything for that matter? After all, one night doesn't really amount to anything... does it>?]

[Oh dear she's still looking at him funny, isn't she?]

[Better say something...]

But I think that the black ones are very nice.

[And without really thinking much about it, she reaches out to brush one of his wings with her fingertips.]

[Wolfwood wonders the exact same thing. After all, you can't just pick up from having sex to being together like that, when it all happens so quickly, in that fleeting moment of...

It's a troublesome little uncomfortableness he feels, until Milly's touch makes his wing twitch faintly under finger.]

Yours seem to match you perfectly; leave it to the Malnosso jerks to actually get something right, for a change.

[He starts leading her back toward the village, more content with smiling a little more.]

Edited 2011-03-08 07:33 (UTC)

The Malnosso?

[She follows along beside him, nice and warm inside his jacket, and looks at him curiously- although really before he mentioned the unfamiliar name she was looking at his wings. They're really nice.]

Who are they?

They're... well. They're the people who kidnapped us from our homes, I guess you could say. Or, at least, they're what causes us to show up here; they're the guys who stuck wings on you and put you out in the middle of the forest.

[aka they're jerks, obviously]

They're... what you'd consider an enemy.

But Mr. Priest, why would they go through all of that trouble?

[Although, seeing as he's so clearly anti these people, she's going to keep the thought that they can't be all bad if they bring dead people back to life to herself.]

[Obviously there's more to this than the apparent facts.]

Do we have something they want?

Honestly, I'm as lost as you are... We're practically in the dark about everything they do, even though I'm hoping it's only a matter of time before we can at least shine a spotlight on whatever they're expecting to accomplish...

Stealing a bunch of people from different worlds... Doesn't seem much in the way of helping them, you'd think.

Edited 2011-03-10 07:22 (UTC)

No, I don't suppose it does.

[Hmm, this is a pickle that we are in, isn't it? She pouts a little.]

Unless they moved us here because all our old worlds were getting too crowded to look after us all?

Our world, crowded? [A little smile.] I think our world could use more people, personally. A little spacious, don't you think?

Well, yes. Gunsmoke does have room to spare, and not very many things taking up the space.

[This... is really very surreal, all of this. Walking through a lush green forest with cold air and the jacket of a dead man wrapped around her shoulders.]

[What on earth does she even begin to talk to him about?]

Edited 2011-03-10 12:27 (UTC)

[He's not entirely sure how to go about things, himself. Not everyday you come back to life and have to explain it to someone close to you. It was easy, with Vash and Meryl, because they understood how it works, by the time he arrived.

But this? This is a little more difficult.

First things first: get all the negative shit out of the way.]

I, ah, should probably bring up... that Vash and Meryl aren't the only ones from our world here.

[Well that's a little surprising to say the least.]

They aren't? Who else is here?

[He lowers his chin.]

Legato, and Vash's brother, Knives.

[She stops walking for a moment.]

Oh.

[The look on her face right now could be best described as 'kicked puppy']

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