"Lucky Elijah," Siobhan said quietly, considering his face, considering the two layers of men in her living room. (Was it lucky though? Did this Elijah see it that way?)
"I'm glad you're okay," she said, but then realised that it was unclear, added "David, I mean. I'm sorry, good that you're alive too, Elijah, but... David." She invested just his name with so much meaning. Hearing him speak, even in a voice that wasn't truly his own... it moved her. She recognised him in the words, if not the voice, if not the face, if not the bearing.
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Date: 2014-10-18 12:10 pm (UTC)From:"I'm glad you're okay," she said, but then realised that it was unclear, added "David, I mean. I'm sorry, good that you're alive too, Elijah, but... David." She invested just his name with so much meaning. Hearing him speak, even in a voice that wasn't truly his own... it moved her. She recognised him in the words, if not the voice, if not the face, if not the bearing.