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[70ftandcounting]

Is...is it over?

[A soft, quiet noise. Not a whimper, not a cry - but maybe the tiniest of sniffles]

Is he gone?

[Bartimaeus was RIGHT.]

Comments

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Joo do. Wish my own daughtah couldah grown into a girliemon like joo.

[Instead he chose to train her to be an assassin like himself. One of many bad choices in his life it seems.]

[70ftandcounting]

[Curious as she burrows into his hug.]

What...did she grow into?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[He just holds her there.]

She wanted to fight, like me, so I taught her. Wish I hadn't. Lost her in da end.

[70ftandcounting]

O-oh...

[Kind of flinches.]

I'm...I'm sorry...

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Ain't joor fault. Shouldah looked aftah her bettah. Shouldah done bettah by her.

[She deserved so much more than what Kevas gave her.]

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

*Jacob doesn't really have a colour scheme, so its fine to him! He beams.*

Oh, wow, did you make this? Its beautiful. And great for the winter!

[70ftandcounting]

Oh, Kevas...

[She just hugs him -- because there aren't right words to say, really. At least, not ones she knows. She doesn't have enough real world experience for situations like this.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't expect an answer from her or anyone. It doesn't matter how much experience one has, it's never enough to talk someone through the loss of a daughter. Only time heals that wound, and even then no t completely.

Kevas continues to hold her, silent for only a moment.]

It be okay. Dere ain't be a day dat goes by where I don't love her, and I know she be out dere somewhere, waitin' fuh me, and I'll find her.

[needsnobottle]

Oh. Yeah. You know. When you're alone you just think out loud or whatever.

[She doesn't really have conversations with herself that would be weird.]

[70ftandcounting]

I did! I'm so glad you like it!

[Seriously, she is. The last thing she wants to do is give someone something they don't like.]

[70ftandcounting]

Oh! I know what you mean. Except I was usually talking to Pascal...

[lightwithin]

[Kairi giggles.]

The sand's white... Well, a very pale brown. And the water's blue, maybe a little green.

[likesfootnotes]

[Never be alone? Rapunzel, that is cute and Bartimaeus actually does not call you on that wee little detail called "your natural lifespan" being quite short compared to his.

What he does do, however, is stare rather suspiciously at the package before very carefully taking it.]

You, of course, mean that as in the spirit of everything that's not Santa. You didn't happen to employ little children to make this, did you?

[Otherwise, they could having words about certain sweet fairytale princesses - oh, yes, he's seen the hair and he knows stories about ridiculously long-haired maidens and many things that could entail (usually a national shortage of scissors).

Bartimaeus does give her the benefit of the doubt by carefully opening it.]

[70ftandcounting]

[She nods, and gives him a little kiss on the cheek before letting go.]

I think...I think love can cross any boundary. I bet she knows.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas chuckles softly and ruffles her hair.]

Joo know I t'ink joo be right.

[70ftandcounting]

[She sighs.]

It sounds so beautiful! I would love to see it one day.

[70ftandcounting]

Really?

[She beams at him, eyes wide and a little more cheerful than they were a few moments ago.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Really really.

[That's much better. She doesn't need to be sad over what happened to him. He doesn't want to either. As secular as he is he really does like to believe Willow and the others he lost are out there waiting for him.]

Nevah change who joo are Sunshine. When joo get oldah joo gonna do a lotta good fuh a lotta people.

[icnfly.livejournal.com]

I do! Thank you so much.

*He carefully folds it and places it on his bed. Hm...normally here he'd offer her a hug in thanks, but Jacob barely knows Rap. He's not sure what to do, so he just smiles at her some more.*

[needsnobottle]

Pascal? Who's that?

[70ftandcounting]

[Well. If you want to get technical, theoretically Rapunzel could keep herself alive for hundreds of years with her hair -- it's how her mother does it, after all!]

W-what?! No! No, of course not!

[When he opens it, he'll be holding a deep, deep purple quilt with gold sunbursts on it.]

[70ftandcounting]

I wont.

[She smiles at him and gives him a hug.]

I promise.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Kevas hugs her again and kisses the top of her forehead.]

Dat be my girliemon.

[likesfootnotes]

[Bartimaeus has wit and sarcasm readied upon his Ptolemy lips, sharpened to tease her a bit further in this strange meeting of djinni and human.

Then he sees the quilt.

...

Congratulatios, Rapunzel. You are one of the few humans that have made him momentarily speechless.]

That's... unexpected.

[70ftandcounting]

[She fidgets, watching him carefully, twisting her hair in her hands.]

Do...

Do you like it? I could do another -- different colors, if you don't like the color? Or a different design!