jude "i am super chill all the time!!!!" murphy (sueasadsong) wrote in rooms,
Re: Gatsby: Clementine/Jude
"Whatever you like. We have plenty of wealth, with more on the way. What's mine is yours." Jude was in the last pangs of this lifetime, although he was clinging to it too. There were many of him, in truth. Many versions. Many personalities and memories. It was impossible to explain to her, and that's how he knew why War never tried to explain it to him. Ordinary humans would never be able to understand. So instead he shook his head if she asked if he was dangerous. Not dangerous to her at least. To the rest of the world? Well they suffered regardless. He just would help them along.
"You can sleep for a week if it makes you feel better. The weather's lovely around here right now." Jude kissed the top of her head while he pushed her down the hall. "You're always beautiful, Clem. Even right now." Because she worried about that sort of thing, he knew it. She wasn't, not precisely, beaten the way she was, but she was alive, and that was beautiful. He grasped onto that feeling that was purely Jude Murphy and not Famine, because it was important to be him, for now.
He'd sweep her away in his fancy car (and he'd never explain what it really was) and fulfill all his promises. That was what she deserved.