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tibetanmethod) wrote2006-11-18 11:05 pm
tibetanmethod) wrote2006-11-18 11:05 pm
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He goes to the bar to have a cup of coffee. Coffee is good. Coffee
(coffee that stays coffee)
smells good, it's a symbol of everything true and right and pure, it keeps the long arm of the law healthy and active. It cures what ails you.
Cooper takes a sip, and another. He's got a hand resting on the Bar, and the other hand holding his cup of coffee.
A moment later, he puts the cup down and goes down the (thank god) well-lit corridor to the men's restroom, moving steadily, calmly, as though nothing is wrong.
He notes absently in the stall a lot of Chinese, but he doesn't read it, because he's throwing up.
Ten minutes later the sound of a faucet turning on, and the paper towel dispenser fulfilling its function.
And then, eyes a little reddened, Cooper leaves the restroom and heads, head down, back into the main bar and up the stairs.
His cup of coffee is still resting on the barstool where he left it.
(coffee that stays coffee)
smells good, it's a symbol of everything true and right and pure, it keeps the long arm of the law healthy and active. It cures what ails you.
Cooper takes a sip, and another. He's got a hand resting on the Bar, and the other hand holding his cup of coffee.
A moment later, he puts the cup down and goes down the (thank god) well-lit corridor to the men's restroom, moving steadily, calmly, as though nothing is wrong.
He notes absently in the stall a lot of Chinese, but he doesn't read it, because he's throwing up.
Ten minutes later the sound of a faucet turning on, and the paper towel dispenser fulfilling its function.
And then, eyes a little reddened, Cooper leaves the restroom and heads, head down, back into the main bar and up the stairs.
His cup of coffee is still resting on the barstool where he left it.
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"I do not think that I would be especially successful in doing so," she manages.
She cannot weave where she cannot see, after all.
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Then they ran, but --
"We found ourselves in what looked like the living room of somebody's house. And it was -- normal. And we could see. It wasn't cold any more, and we could see."
"And that's when the ceiling started to cave in." Very, very quietly. "The front door led to Milliways. We all made it out. Barely."
"I don't understand."
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"Some things, it would seem, are far more difficult to understand than others. This may well be one of them."
A pause, as one finger taps idly against the side of her teacup.
"But you have survived -- as have the others, I presume--"
If not, she thinks, likely he would already have told her.
"--and there is something to be learned from that, in any case."
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"Among other things," Cooper says, tiredly, "that aren't coming to mind at the moment. Running on adrenaline only works until you stop."
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"You may remain here, if you wish; my chambers are next door, and you will not be disturbing me, should you choose to do so."
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The dead are walking, there's an impending turf war, and there aren't any wards
(keeping the doors in place)
on the doors.
"I appreciate the offer, very much." Beat. "And I think I will." His eyes meet hers. "Thank you, Moiraine."
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"You are welcome, Dale."
There is, of course, more than one meaning to the statement. Moiraine continues, serenely,
"And may Light illumine and protect you, both here and elsewhere."
Perhaps to that one, as well.