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Risa
Walking and fucking. Diane is pretty sure that her entire life had stopped consisting of anything but those two activities, with short breaks to eat, smoke, drink, and sleep. Sometimes in combination. But walking and fucking are really all Roland seemed interested in doing and while she's enjoying the latter, the former got her to the point where she was about 5 minutes away from breaking one of his legs with a tree branch.
Luckily, the universe decided she didn't need to maim her companion. At least not yet. Because all of the walking had led them here and while it wasn't as good as finding herself back home, it was pretty fucking excellent.
She'd been tagging along with Roland since she'd arrived in...whatever they were calling this place. It kind of needed a name, but in her head she's just been referring to it as the hellscape and so she supposed that was good enough for the time being. Anyway, she's been tagging along because she's terrified and he makes her feel safe and he seems to have a plan which is way better than not having one and really, it's just easier. Easier than being alone here. She's reluctant to admit she actually enjoys his company because that would be a little too honest and she's not in the mood for that much honesty. Yet.
What she is in the mood for is a drink. And maybe a swim later. And definitely some sex. And maybe even a party if she could fine one, which she is pretty sure shouldn't be a problem given what she's seen of this place so far. If they've been trapped in hell until now, it seems like they might have found a tiny piece of heaven and she's going to take it for everything it's worth.
"You can relax and get drunk and enjoy yourself, you know." She taps his leg with her toes from where she's sitting, her umbrella drink nearly empty. "It's good for you."
Luckily, the universe decided she didn't need to maim her companion. At least not yet. Because all of the walking had led them here and while it wasn't as good as finding herself back home, it was pretty fucking excellent.
She'd been tagging along with Roland since she'd arrived in...whatever they were calling this place. It kind of needed a name, but in her head she's just been referring to it as the hellscape and so she supposed that was good enough for the time being. Anyway, she's been tagging along because she's terrified and he makes her feel safe and he seems to have a plan which is way better than not having one and really, it's just easier. Easier than being alone here. She's reluctant to admit she actually enjoys his company because that would be a little too honest and she's not in the mood for that much honesty. Yet.
What she is in the mood for is a drink. And maybe a swim later. And definitely some sex. And maybe even a party if she could fine one, which she is pretty sure shouldn't be a problem given what she's seen of this place so far. If they've been trapped in hell until now, it seems like they might have found a tiny piece of heaven and she's going to take it for everything it's worth.
"You can relax and get drunk and enjoy yourself, you know." She taps his leg with her toes from where she's sitting, her umbrella drink nearly empty. "It's good for you."
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So she tries to get her thoughts in order and figure out what she can share with him right now that might make sense.
"His name is Dale Cooper. Agent Dale Cooper. The real person, I mean," she adds in a rush. "He was my boss a long time ago. But not just that. He was always a lot more than that."
She stops for a second, lost in thought, before she shakes it off and continues. "Anyway, the reason I'm telling you this is because I think maybe he was similar to you. A bit. He wasn't ancient or anything like that, but he was special. He had these abilities to see things...in dreams or visions or...he was connected to the world or the universe in ways I've never really understood. But yeah. I suppose maybe I'm destined to keep meeting men like you." She laughs then, but it isn't entirely a happy sound.
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"Perhaps you're the sort of person who needs the Shine to help you along, given you don't have it yourself," Roland said, thinking practically. "Alain never had it, but he needed it. My laws, how he needed it. Cuthbert and I helped him along."
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Fuck but her heart aches for him. Even now. Even after everything he did to her and all the years that have gone by.
"But whatever. I don't want to get all wrapped up in gloomy bullshit right now, Roland. Not when we are sitting in the middle of an orgy paradise. Tell me something happy! Tell me a good memory."
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"A good memory?" he asked, then fell quiet for a long moment.
"Once, when I was a boy, I had a teacher. His name was Cort. He had a hawk as a pet and friend. One time I was being lazy and Cort set the hawk on me. I had yet to earn my guns so I was defenseless. The hawk's talons cut into my scalp and his wings beat my face. I looked quite the fool trying to fight off a bird," he chuckled, quite amused by the tale. "He called it off and told me I should remember the face of my father. I have never forgotten since."