Divdan Noor (divdan) wrote in newbritain, @ 2012-06-22 21:55:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
they keep coming to take her apart
It's later than usual when Divdan lets himself into their small apartment -- small by the standards they were used to on New Britain; for Arden's towering cities it's comfortable enough. Outside there's a warm, drizzling rain; his hair and clothes are wet, his face heavy and tired. He changes his shoes quietly by the door, and slips through the archway into the sitting room.
"Nomie?"