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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere on the Plane, out in some random area, sitting quietly on the ground, is an ansaphone.]

[...all right, maybe not quietly. It is, in fact, a rather loud ansaphone. It is yelling, and swearing, and all in a fairly familiar English accent.]

[The red light on the phone is blinking rather angrily. The ansaphone is not happy.]

Henrietta? GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT—

Wait, where—

You've brought us to the Plane, haven't you? DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME HERE YOUNG LADY—


((ooc: It's one of those old ansaphones with the tape. Also don't ask how it's still got power. Batteries or something. Just go with it.))

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I didn't threaten to turn you into Freddie Mercury, I threatened to put you in the car.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

It's the same damned thing.

[He appears to cool off a little; the fangs retract, and he sighs.]

What is it you want? You want me to promise not to banish anyone else? Is that it?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looking away] I don't want anything.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Right. You've just been trapping me in electronic devices for kicks, then?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You weren't home when I got up.

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He freezes for a second.]

2/2

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I left you a note that I'd be going out, didn't I?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you did. You didn't say you'd be staying out. Though I guess you never plan for that, do you?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[....]

You want me to find you a better home?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....]

[Really quietly]

What?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't trust any of my lot to raise a child; I couldn't even tell you what possessed me to think I could do it in the first place. [No, really, he can't tell you]

Do you want a normal family?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

So... what. You're done. You're giving up on me.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I didn't say that. I'm asking if I've been such a terrible father that you'd rather give up on me, because I honestly don't know.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[...wibble.]

[Wibble.]

[She presses her face into her hands, her voice tiny.] I'm sorry.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[aslkfjsl DAMMIT.]

[He doesn't even bother looking around to see if there are bystanders this time, he just crosses the space between them and hugs her to his chest.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[And she clings and starts sobbing against him.] Please, please don't send me away.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[ :| ]

I'm...listen, I'm not sending you away, all right? And I'm sorry about the other night. Something...came up.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It wasn't work, was it? You're okay, right?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. It wasn't work, no.

[...surreptitious kiss on the forehead >>;]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. Just... you never tell me anything. You never tell me when you're going somewhere for work or if you're in trouble or if it's just for... [Insert vague handwave here] You know.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I'll work on that, then. I suppose you deserve to know, eh?