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paradisalogs2014-05-14 06:15 pm
rightchoices) wrote in paradisalogs2014-05-14 06:15 pm
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where does the heart reside if not where i lay my head?
Who: Lee & Clementine (& maybe Ben, later!)
What: Discussing Carley's departure. :(
When: Backdated to shortly after she leaves.
Where: Their room in the castle.
Rating: PG, perhaps PG-13 for possible discussions of death.
Lee had known it would happen, sooner or later. That wasn't to say that he was prepared for it, because that wasn't the case at all; after over a year living in this castle, he still never seemed to manage to prepare for anything that got thrown at him.
Knowing it would happen meant that it winded him instead of knocking him down entirely, meant that he at least had a mental laundry list of prepared facts that he could bring up to comfort himself. This was more than she'd had before. She'd been happy here, he told himself, comfortable in a way that no one was able to afford at home. Wasn't that something? Lee had to believe it was.
When he steps into the room (miniature apartment, really, considering the way its current layout), he has the journal closed and tucked away into his pocket. "Clem? Honey - you here?" Her name was still on the door - he hadn't lost them both, but it'd been the relief of a fear he hadn't realized he'd had until he'd seen it, and that relief might just be audible in his voice when he calls for her.
What: Discussing Carley's departure. :(
When: Backdated to shortly after she leaves.
Where: Their room in the castle.
Rating: PG, perhaps PG-13 for possible discussions of death.
Lee had known it would happen, sooner or later. That wasn't to say that he was prepared for it, because that wasn't the case at all; after over a year living in this castle, he still never seemed to manage to prepare for anything that got thrown at him.
Knowing it would happen meant that it winded him instead of knocking him down entirely, meant that he at least had a mental laundry list of prepared facts that he could bring up to comfort himself. This was more than she'd had before. She'd been happy here, he told himself, comfortable in a way that no one was able to afford at home. Wasn't that something? Lee had to believe it was.
When he steps into the room (miniature apartment, really, considering the way its current layout), he has the journal closed and tucked away into his pocket. "Clem? Honey - you here?" Her name was still on the door - he hadn't lost them both, but it'd been the relief of a fear he hadn't realized he'd had until he'd seen it, and that relief might just be audible in his voice when he calls for her.