Re: Dock: Clementine & Declan
[Declan hadn't been 'round when Lore died, and there wasn't a worse way for Clementine to be than how she'd been then. She'd been young, and she'd been angry as vipers at her sister for abandoning her to her daddy, to their momma, but she'd still wept like some broken thing for days. It was the only time in her whole damn life she'd gone so far into weeping and despair, and she'd only been a girl at the time. Her momma, she'd thought it was all for show, but it hadn't been. It hadn't been for show any, and that real feeling girl had died hard in the woman standing there, near half-dressed and looking out at the water.
She managed one more swig on that bottle before Declan snagged her 'round the waist. Truth was, even tipsy, she was real shocked. Declan, he wasn't for hugging, but Clementine didn't need to be told twice, not this once. She was feeling plenty low, and she went grateful, setting the bottle down on the dock when he tugged her onto his knee.
She moved 'round some, ass against his thigh until she could turn, her legs between his spread knees and her feet on the dock. Wasn't a bit of hesitation before her arms went 'round his shoulders, and she pressed her face against the crook of his neck. She didn't go sobbing, but her shoulders shook some as she fought it off, all while breathing whiskey warm 'gainst his neck.]