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sunnydalealum) wrote2009-04-14 01:10 pm
sunnydalealum) wrote2009-04-14 01:10 pm
Entry tags:
- fitz,
- lorne,
- nyc,
- old mother
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February 18, 2007
The nice thing about being able to pass for fully human in this city? You can live anywhere.
Well, anywhere you can afford. But Fitz's day job pays the rent on a nice little one-bedroom in a decent part of town, and his other work is lucrative enough to keep it furnished and stocked (and secured) like someplace much nicer.
He's whistling something under his breath as he steps off the elevator and turns down the hallway.
The nice thing about being able to pass for fully human in this city? You can live anywhere.
Well, anywhere you can afford. But Fitz's day job pays the rent on a nice little one-bedroom in a decent part of town, and his other work is lucrative enough to keep it furnished and stocked (and secured) like someplace much nicer.
He's whistling something under his breath as he steps off the elevator and turns down the hallway.
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She was here the whole time. He never had a chance.
Fitz lets out a tiny soundless breath of despair; he wants to hide his face, or at least close his eyes, and he can't even do that, can't look away from her face. Except it's not even her face he's seeing anymore, just her eyes, just those two mercilessly bright flecks of rock-crystal blue, trapping his own.
"Do it," he whispers. "Just do it."
At the touch of her withered fingers in his hair, he finds he can close his eyes after all, but it doesn't make any difference.