Re: Dock: Clementine & Declan
[The bottle came into his possession and Declan figured that a couple of swigs wouldn't hurt. He didn't often drink after taking his medicine, but in the times that he had, Declan remembered the potency amping to a sweet blur. He dropped his head back, chin leaving her hair so that he could take a drink from the bottle. The taste was sharp and warm, it became a pleasant burn in his empty stomach. He pulled away from the bottle when Clementine asked if she was heavy.]
Like a bag of beautiful bricks. [He calculated that throwing a compliment in with the insult would be enough to keep her from elbowing him in the ribs. He hoped, anyway. But she wasn't heavy. She was on his good knee, and he'd taken enough medicine today that he wasn't sure he'd even feel it if she sat on the other. She took the bottle, and he gave it up with a chuckle. Clementine voice was always a sweet Southern drawl, but he thought that it might have been slowing down even more. It was like listening to a sad spell when she talked, and Declan watched her mouth form every word.]
Did you love him? [He remembered to ask the question instead of just thinking it.] Either of them?