John: How does it feel to be a grandfather?
Von: Life begets life. Feels like that. And of Kyra?
John: Perhaps the same. She is handmade, of lavender with a touch of bergamot.
Von: Soothing.
John: Stimulating.
Von: A glass of amber?
John: Like old times.
Von poured, glasses clinked and again with the pouring and again with the clinking until each toast rose as candlelight into the night and tongues painted stories amongst the stars and all that was missing they decided, was Rog
John: Hey Rog, where are you?
Rog: In bed.
John: Well get your arse down here.
Rog: (Looks at Yul who can overhear the conversation) Don't think that's such a good idea.
John: What?
Rog: I said--
John: I heard what you said. Put Yullie on the phone. (Rog hands phone to Yul) Hey Yullie.
Yul: Frail you.
John: You had your chance.
Yul: Whatever. Rog ain't coming.
John: Sounds personal.
Yul: Yeah. Frail you. Rog ain't leaving this room.
John: Even if I told you I had a vial?
4 comments:
Like old times indeed. :-D Smiles and excitement and happiness pure and complete to see Von, Rog and Yul, to hear their voices - so long since the last time and yet they are distinctive and recognized. Known. Whatever happens next in the story, it is just really, really, really good to have the whole gang back. Wooohoooo!
You know, as simple and straightforward as these chapters are, they feel like home. There is a certain warmness to the scenes, of friendship. Fun to write too. :-)
I like the relaxed feel this has, even the ending. So realistic, and the flow is...incredible.
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As reader, I can only agree in regards to the warmness - what brought such gladness was the interaction between the characters outside of coupledom. Bliss.
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