Re: Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem
[Clementine, she never did expect Declan to offer to come fetch her. She didn't even expect her brother to send a car any, even though the man could afford it better than she could afford renting the truck. But Declan, he'd never been the kind of man to coddle. Drove her mad as could be when she was young, and he wouldn't give her a lick of smothering, not like everyone else. Truth was, Clementine always did love smothering, adoring. She wasn't sure she'd go calling it love, but it sure was attention and plenty of it.
But she didn't mind the driving. She'd listened to music the whole drive, old things reminded her of home, and she'd sung with the windows open and her heart full in it.
There was things she missed from before the hotel, from Vegas, and feeling free enough, carefree enough to sing real loud, that was one of them things. She missed Graham, how things were then. She missed Jude like fire, because Jude had sold his soul for her, and that had gone real terrible after. She missed dancing and not giving a good damn, and it was all heavy in the way she sang mournful along that drive.] Rented it, seeing as no one offered to come get me any.
[And wasn't no denying the place was pretty as a picture. Felt like being removed from every damn thing, and she'd liked that more before zombies, but she was still fond some.
The door opening brought her back to the moment, not so lost in thinking, and she looked her brother all up and down.] You always were too damn fine to look at. [Might not be the kind of thing kin said to kin, but her family didn't follow those rules near as well as other kin did.
He gestured for the bag, and she dropped it at his feet. She hugged him after, leaning on into him and pretending she didn't know he got fussy whenever she touched him. She kissed his mouth, and then she stepped back and around him, inside like she was mistress of the place and just come to see it the first time 'round.] Which room's mine? Which room's yours?