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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 5:48 pm
*Alex shot Melliandra a withering glance*
Yeah, I can imagine you and my dad are great friends.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 5:49 pm
*Now Luke's the one eavesdropping. For once, he's paying attention.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 5:52 pm
*Mell smirks* I don't know that he'd describe me as such. *She pulls her glove back on idly* But we do go back a ways.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 5:54 pm
*Alex looks disgusted*
Well, as hot as it is to sit here and watch you writhe on the floor in mud, I think I'll go and get a drink. Luke, she's all yours.
*Alex turns and walks to the bar*
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:00 pm
Or you could offer me a hand up .. *Melli murmers toward his back in amusement*
*She looks toward Luke and her grin widens at his expression* Tavin's boy. *she explains* Very bitter.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:06 pm
*Luke's eyes widen. He swerves around to look at Alex.*
*No matter how he tries to dumb it down, Luke's face clearly shows his surprise - as it tends to show nearly every other emotion.*
*Holy s**t. Only now did he see the resemblance. Holy s**t, he -was- Tavin's son. Luke blinks away, only aware now that he's staring.*
*murmurs under his breath* Didn't see that coming.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:09 pm
*Alex calls back from behind the bar*
My father is a b*****d, I don't like to talk about him. I'd much rather move on with the good life I have now than reminisce about the burning disaster that it used to be. As far as I'm concerned, my father is dead. Or at least, hopefully soon will be.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:14 pm
*Melli can't help but chuckle, and looks pointedly toward Luke* See, bitter. What did I tell you? And with reason enough. Tavin's far worse than a b*****d, after all - he's a sentimental fool. They always do the greatest damage.
But don't worry, little Alex, you may yet have your wish.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:20 pm
*Luke, frowning, looked back and forth. To say he was feeling conflicted, might have been the understatement of the year - and the year was almost over for Luke.*
*Luke could imagine having conflict with a dad. He could imagine having conflict with Tavin. But to have Tavin FOR your dad? It was too much to imagine. Luke could even decide how he felt about Tavin WITHOUT knowing he had a son that hoped he'd drop dead.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:22 pm
*Alex pulls out several bottles*
One can hope.
*He sets to mixing a drink*
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:26 pm
Indeed. *Melliandra continues, conversationally* Though you might not live to see it, yourself. When the Seraphim gets sent to clean up a mess, he does tend to be thorough. Fix me one, too, won't you darling?
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:30 pm
*Alex shakes his head, and pulls out two more glasses*
Luke? You want one too? You're looking like you could use one all of a sudden.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:38 pm
*Alex wanted Tavin dead. Luke never could make up his mind about Tavin. He didn't especially care for the man. But without him.... well where did that leave him? Cora? Maggie and Bard? Luke didn't understand it all. But he'd grown to understand that without Tavin -- The Seraphim would take over. The b*****d would probably be happy to kill them all while he was at it.*
*Luke overhears Melliandra.* *She hits him right where he lives.* Hey. Would you mind not talking about it like a ******** tennis match? Some of us have our lives to worry about.
And don't think that just because you know him from before, he won't start ******** with your life, too.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:45 pm
Oh, he very well may. *her smile cools but doesn't waver* After all, I'm a product of Tavin's work, myself - albeit one Heaven seems to find slightly more convenient, for the time being.
But really, I find I'm just not overly fond of worrying. Hardly accomplishes much, does it? And it's certainly not any fun.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:47 pm
*Alex listens and pours the drinks*
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