Re: Dock: Clementine & Declan
[Challenging, far as Clementine had always seen it, had to do with being adored. Making someone want to talk to her more than they wanted to talk to any other person in the whole damn world, and that wasn't even loving. It was something more like worship, and Declan didn't even come close. Even young, when winding boys 'round her finger was easy as pie, he was impossible. She'd been old for her years, pretty and sexual when boys didn't have a lick of sense 'bout what to do with a girl, and Declan still hadn't noticed her any, not that she'd realized. That was challenging some.
But here they were, sitting, and she watched him gulp down booze like staring at kin was normal for all folks. She wasn't real sure she felt Murphy any, but she felt warm. That gaping hole in her belly wasn't hurting her, and the missing was drowned out by warm booze and warm body. Even his comment 'bout perfection didn't sit wrong.] Figure brief's better than not being perfect any at all. [It was something that made her think of her daddy, and him always saying she was perfect as could be. Course, daddy was tarnished all on his lonesome, and she'd just kept secrets and not realized 'til a whole lot too late.
But he was trying to be kind 'bout Graham, she knew that, and she appreciated it real well. He sounded warm, his voice something private and less schooled.] You say what you're thinking, even if it ain't kind. I reckon it might help to hear it. [Always did help to hear folks take the side of the brokenhearted, and Clementine wasn't no different in that regard. She didn't need another swig to return the favor easy, because she was heavy slur now, all warmed through and the world tilting some. Her mouth kept along his jaw as she spoke, and it was lips brushing warm skin. Voice soft.] Reckon your wife wasn't real wise, letting you go.