Library [08.01]

[furnaceface]

The library was open, and Jonothon was... busy.

There were books to... sort. And things to... do.

Busy. Yes.

[Ooooooooooopen.]

Comments

Re: Talk to Jono

[living_endless]

"Not really. Not in the way that matters."

Didi was Death. Didi could, would die. Those two things were making an uncomfortable burny spot in Didi's chest. "You were hurting."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//There are things that hurt a good deal more than being turned into human shrapnel.//

There went his eyes, falling to the floor again.

Re: Talk to Jono

[living_endless]

Didi felt ashamed. The shrapnel part would have been over in a second, and she wasn't especially attached to her human form. (She liked the life she had, but she'd had it for one year out of how many millions of them?.) She would have hurt, but walked away. Jono would have lived with it for ... considerably longer. She knew how he felt about Gayle.

"Going to take a wild guess that turning somebody into shrapnel is on that list," she said. "Sorry."

Re: Talk to Jono

[furnaceface]

//Somewhere near th'top of that list, actually,// Jono agreed, lifting a hand to fumble with the wrappings across the back of his neck. //So... if we could please possibly refrain from blowing you up any time in th'near future, I'd be most appreciative.//

By which he meant, he loved her, and he'd miss her, and the guilt alone would probably kill him.

Re: Talk to Jono

[living_endless]

"If I can manage not to blow myself up in the near future, I'll try to avoid it," Didi promised. "Honest."