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[Luke's shuffling slowly down the hallway, one arm pressed against the wall for support as she goes. Her breathing is slightly labored, and her wings are slack against her back. After a few more steps-]

*THUD* [She's fallen to the floor in a dead faint.]

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Why...? Because no one really deserves to die, ever.

Despite everything, I want you to live. It's just how I feel.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[strokes her hand, focusing on that] Hmm.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Is that it?

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[closes his eyes, thinking. Then he puts his hand in the sunlight, lifting his head and reopening his eyes to look at her]

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....

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

There's a cure.

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What? Really?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't even been awake, much less... able to do this.

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So you're human again?

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[shakes his head, pulling her hand to his neck where his pulse is... well, one would think he was dead until the unexpected beat]

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.... wow.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

The Dist I contacted said this form was the closest to what he knew. And that it would take a series of injections over time to finally kill the infection. What will happen after that... I can only assume.

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At least this is a start.

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[lightly strokes her arm, then stands]

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Going somewhere?

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Do you want me to stay?

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Up to you.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[lightly strokes his fingers across her jaw, looking at her]

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...?

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[closes his eyes, trying to mask the sheer loneliness there as he pulls his hand back]

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.... what's wrong?

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...

After a few decades, one starts missing touch if one has already had it.

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....

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

It was what made me so angry. Knowing you had Mother... someone that loved me. Natalia. A placed I belonged. After losing Natalia for good... I haven't had a lover in decades. Not willing to risk it, and this... it's subtle things. Being able to touch a lover's face and mapping every curve under your fingers. Knowing how to please her the most in the bedroom and holding her after. And not what you [squeezes her hand] will help with.

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