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- ([info]sonrisa) wrote in [info]doors,
@ 2012-11-05 14:01:00

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Entry tags:loras tyrell, renly baratheon

call to Dallas S.
[He'd missed Dallas' call a few days ago, and not entirely by accident. Alexis was busy, of course, but also - he'd been feeling more than a little avoidant since the party in the warehouse. Still, he knew he couldn't ignore Dallas outright indefinitely. As he waits for someone to meet him downtown, he calls.

Ring, ring]



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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 07:26 pm UTC (link)
[Dallas is back at the office for the first time since the party, and fortunately his bruises have started to fade from the pale yellow-green stage. He stills gets some looks, but he's managed to explain the bruises and the scars away as the result of a minor fender-bender.

When his cell rings, he answers the call without bothering to look at the call ID.]

Hello?

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 07:31 pm UTC (link)
[A pause.]

Hey, Dallas. Sorry for not getting back to you 'til now.

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 07:36 pm UTC (link)
[It takes a moment to recognize the unusually-somber voice of his friend, and he even looks at the screen for confirmation.]

Alexis? Hey. That's okay, don't worry about it.

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 07:37 pm UTC (link)
[Clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair.]

What did you need?

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 08:01 pm UTC (link)
Oh, uh - [Surprise audible in his voice.] I guess I just... wanted to talk with someone, and I thought of you. I don't think anyone else would really understand what happened at that party.

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 08:10 pm UTC (link)
[With a conscious effort, Alexis manages to soften his voice.]

I'm happy to listen.

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 08:12 pm UTC (link)
[He's quiet for a few minutes, while he worries at his bottom lip with his teeth.]

Will you tell me what happened to you?

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 08:18 pm UTC (link)
Well, um, to spare you the details, I more or less tortured someone and then killed them - him. It was all rather gruesome.

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 08:22 pm UTC (link)
[A bit more uncomfortable silence. His heart is suddenly in his throat.]

What was your... costume?

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 08:38 pm UTC (link)
[Before he answers, Alexis remembers Dallas mentioning over the forum that he died. He frowns.]

I'm beginning to think you don't need me to tell you that.

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 08:40 pm UTC (link)
[He swallows hard and hopes that his voice doesn't waver.]

Yes, I do.

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 08:42 pm UTC (link)
[A sigh, because this is the absolute last thing he wants to admit to.]

Jack the Ripper.

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 08:49 pm UTC (link)
Oh, god - [His voice breaks and there is a scuffling sound as he drops the phone. Then, retching as he is sick into the wastebasket beside his desk. It takes a few minutes for the ragged sound of his breathing to reappear over the phone. Needless to say, he's at a loss for words.]

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 08:54 pm UTC (link)
[Alexis does nothing. He simply sits with his ear to the phone, trying not feel anything, and closes his eyes until he hears Dallas return. He looks at his feet as he sits at the bar in the middle of the day. This was not something he needed to learn - ever.]

I'm sorry.

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 08:57 pm UTC (link)
[A few deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself. He is absolutely, positively determined not to start crying.]

No, I don't - Alexis. I know it wasn't you. That man, that... thing, that wasn't me either. Right?

[He knows he probably sounds like a scared little boy, and he hates himself for it.]

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 09:00 pm UTC (link)
[Such was the issue he'd been wrestling with himself since the party. Alexis sounds as if he too is on the verge of tears.]

Honestly, I don't know. As much as I don't want to admit it, I feel it must have been us - somehow.

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[info]hislittlerose
2012-11-05 09:03 pm UTC (link)
No. No, no. You are not a killer. [He sounds more certain of this first part than he feels about what comes next.] I am not that... broken thing.

[But oh, he is. Even though he will not see it.]

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[info]sonrisa
2012-11-05 09:05 pm UTC (link)
I'm sorry. I - [He doesn't know what he wants to say.] I'm just sorry.

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