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Tweak says, "I've got you now, Pharaoh!"

Liam Roberts is an (author) wrote in doors,
@ 2013-04-18 19:01:00

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fandral, robb stark

[Seven M]
[Call to Seven M, immediately following this]

Ring!

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	playforkeeps 2013-04-19 12:09 am UTC (link)
	[The name that flashes on the call display means that Seven takes his time picking up. He works very hard to keep his voice neutral.] Yeah? (Reply to this) (Thread)

	author 2013-04-19 12:10 am UTC (link)
	Hey. [There's a pause, and Liam's voice is quiet, neutral in tone.] It's me. [Another pause, staccato thoughts.] Am I bothering you? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	playforkeeps 2013-04-19 12:18 am UTC (link)
	[It's me. Right. As if he hadn't figured that out. Despite his efforts, Seven's voice cools slightly.] Nope. Done working for the day. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 12:23 am UTC (link)
	[He's not with it enough to notice the coolness in Seven's tone, so he simply pushes through.] Good. I was afraid I'd be bothering you. [There's another pause as he opens his eyes, looking towards that sliver of light coming through the curtains.] I wanted to ask you something. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 12:28 am UTC (link)
	[A muffled thud, as he shuts the driver's side door of his work truck. Pause. He pinches at the bridge of his nose.] I'm not selling to you. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 12:29 am UTC (link)
	[There's an intake of breath then, and Liam knows he deserved that.] I wasn't going to ask you to. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 12:35 am UTC (link)
	What do you want, Liam? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 12:36 am UTC (link)
	[Quiet. Oh so quiet.] Help. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 01:11 am UTC (link)
	[Silence for nearly a minute. Just the faint sound of construction work in the distance filtering through the line. He doesn't dare let himself feel hope.] What kind of help? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 01:13 am UTC (link)
	Something needs to change, Seven. [He pauses again, closing his eyes, shutting the light out.] I can't do this. Continue like this. Something has to change, but I don't- [A pause.] I don't know how to fix it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 01:22 am UTC (link)
	[And there it is. Behind the brick and the mortar that covers his heart, a tiny spot that hurts. That hopes. Seven shuts his eyes and for a moment they are mirror images, strung out at each end of the line.] You have to stop this, Liam. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 01:24 am UTC (link)
	[He doesn't say anything for a long while, listening to the sound of Seven's breath on the other end.] I know. That's why- That's why I called you. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 01:28 am UTC (link)
	[Hoarsely.] If you really want to get clean, I'll help. Of course I will. But- [He breaks off, scrubbing one hand over his face.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 01:30 am UTC (link)
	But? [The word bothers him, because nothing comes good after 'but'.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 01:37 am UTC (link)
	[He wants to hit something, wants to drive his fist into the dash so that the pain will bring him out of it. But he doesn't, and instead he is overwhelmed by the feeling of being five years old and desperately wanting to believe that this time it'll be different. When he speaks, his brow is furrowed and his voice is quiet. Plaintive.] But you have to mean it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 01:39 am UTC (link)
	[Liam's quiet for the longest time, blue eyes slitting open slightly, just a sliver of vision.] I do. I mean it. I can't do this anymore, Seven. I don't even recognize myself any longer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 01:47 am UTC (link)
	Where are you? I'll come get you. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 01:49 am UTC (link)
	I'm at [shitty hotel near Fremont]. Should I check out? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 01:50 am UTC (link)
	[Letting his breath out in a rush.] Yeah. Just wait in the lobby, okay? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam author 2013-04-19 01:51 am UTC (link)
	I'll be there waiting for you. [A pause, so short.] Thank you. I mean it. Thank you. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Call: Seven/Liam playforkeeps 2013-04-19 01:53 am UTC (link)
	See you soon. [Click. After he's hung up and tossed his cell onto the passenger seat, he can't help but voice his thoughts aloud.] Don't thank me yet. (Reply to this) (Parent)