"It is very well." MERRY As he speaks, he pulls his hand out of hers, and pulls her closer. They've gotten used to this since he's been here. It's not a comfort he's forgotten. Doesn't mean he's not glad to have it, now. This is different, though -- he's wholly hers. CHRISTMAS And he won't ever leave her, nor she him. Mit schlag. And -- as he bends his head and their lips meet and hands begin to do other things entirely, slow at first and then not slow at all -- Roland Deschain really believes what he's always known, and sees the good in it as well as the bad (and for that matter, the ugly): Omnia mutantur, nihil interit. He's one lucky son of a bitch.
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Date: 2005-11-30 01:34 am (UTC)MERRY
As he speaks, he pulls his hand out of hers, and pulls her closer. They've gotten used to this since he's been here. It's not a comfort he's forgotten. Doesn't mean he's not glad to have it, now. This is different, though -- he's wholly hers.
CHRISTMAS
And he won't ever leave her, nor she him.
Mit schlag.
And -- as he bends his head and their lips meet and hands begin to do other things entirely, slow at first and then not slow at all -- Roland Deschain really believes what he's always known, and sees the good in it as well as the bad (and for that matter, the ugly):
Omnia mutantur, nihil interit.
He's one lucky son of a bitch.