Date: 2016-06-19 05:01 pm (UTC)
bookofnope: (weight of a bygone world)
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[Beckett waits for her with quiet dadpire patience. He's not surprised at the tears. He's practically crying, so Angel is more than entitled to some boohoohoo (curse her for having tissues though all he's got is a rather traumatised handkerchief).

He holds off on any further tear-inducing comments for now. Because dignity. His and also hers. A matched set. It's one of the reasons - not for how much he loves her, though he does that a lot, but why he cherishes her as he does. Worries about her as he does. Because he knows.

Possibly that is what family means.]


Yes - yes, it is. [His voice is quiet, because this is still a strange confession, a strange feeling, but that doesn't make it any less true. The Kindred are gone and he belongs nowhere in all the worlds, but he belongs with her, with them.]

But as for - [He clears his throat slightly, wanting to look away and gather his thoughts among all these feelings, but not daring to.] You've spoken to Rhys since waking, I assume. You must have.
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Beckett of the Mnemosyne

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