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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 14:54:04 GMT -5
"Oh, Herbert," *he said, taking his hand with a sigh.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 10, 2008 14:57:33 GMT -5
"Please don't..."
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 15:01:59 GMT -5
*He dropped his hand and took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt for something to do.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 10, 2008 15:04:43 GMT -5
Herbert touched his forehead and looked away.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 15:08:35 GMT -5
"Are you-"
*He stopped and sighed.*
"I'll go make tea for us, then, shall I?"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 10, 2008 15:16:59 GMT -5
"Or something," Herbert said without looking at him. "I'll be downstairs in a moment."
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 15:24:58 GMT -5
"All right. Just-"
*He shook his head, a bit lost for words. He stopped a moment in the doorway and glanced back at Herbert before closing the door behind him and heading back down.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 10, 2008 15:59:04 GMT -5
Herbert did in fact wander into the kitchen around twenty minutes later, in an open, untucked and bloodstained shirt. He had cut the rest of his hair to match the section he had hacked off earlier, and it now it hung more or less evenly to an inch or so below his shoulders.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 18:47:24 GMT -5
*There was a cup of tea on the table for Herbert, as promised. Aziraphale sat at the table, his hands around his own cup. He didn't want to drink any- he was just watching the steam rise off of the liquid's surface.
He looked up and smiled weakly when Herbert walked in.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 10, 2008 19:00:54 GMT -5
Herbert sat down and leaned on his arms.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 19:11:51 GMT -5
"Are you all right?" *he asked pointlessly, for something to say.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 10, 2008 19:19:39 GMT -5
"I will be. At least the pain is gone, even if the scars aren't," said Herbert, opening his shirt to illustrate this.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 19:29:09 GMT -5
"They're a bit fainter," *he said. Though, the price, he felt, was too great for this to be a fair trade off.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Aug 10, 2008 19:33:23 GMT -5
"Suppose my father is right, though..." Herbert said finally.
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Post by Aziraphale on Aug 10, 2008 19:34:52 GMT -5
"Belle knew what she was risking..."
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