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sameformeWalking 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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Date: 2018-04-13 08:04 pm (UTC)Holy shit this is so not anything she was prepared for. But there's more. She knows there's more and they started this bullshit truth telling so she can't stop now even when she knows she should.
"Ok. Super fucking old. Right." Her hand is shaking and she tries to make it stop because that's just ridiculous under the circumstances. "And you said...you said you had the Shine which I'm going to just go ahead and assume is some kind of...I don't know. Psychic ability? Super power? I mean I believe you, it's fucking crazy but I believe you. So tell me."
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Date: 2018-04-13 08:12 pm (UTC)"The shining lamp of God, we call it the Shine, is..." he started, then actually had to stop and think of how to explain it to her. It was no easy thing, and he was near certain she'd think he'd lost his mind.
"Some folk have it more than other, and some don't have it at all. Some call it seeing, and seers are honored in their towns, though many folk are equally frightened of them as impressed. I have it more than most. I can hear things others don't. I have not forgotten the face of my father, you see. I aim with my heart. And in doing that...I know things, Diane. I can't say how I do, I just do. The shining lamp of God shows me things. And, in turn, I can share that with my Ka tet."
If he'd known the word clairvoyance the explanation would have been simpler, but that word had disappeared when the world had moved on.
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Date: 2018-04-13 08:19 pm (UTC)But that locked away place in her mind that burns when she gets too close to it is burning now. She tries to tell herself that Cooper was special in some way close to what Roland is describing, even before he --
"Has it shown you anything about me, Roland?"
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Date: 2018-04-13 09:12 pm (UTC)"No, but to be fair I have not looked. It is not my place to pry into your secrets," he replied, gently stroking her arm. "Mayhap one day you will tell me, but I'll not go poking around uninvited."
He could say that, but he knew it to be true that sometimes the visions simply came. Sometimes he no control over what he might see about a body.
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Date: 2018-04-13 09:50 pm (UTC)She's not entirely sure why the idea makes her blood run cold, but it does and she's not going to question the feeling.
"Do you remember the man we saw in the woods? Or not man. Demon thing that looked like a man. The one that I recognized?"
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Date: 2018-04-13 10:31 pm (UTC)He didn't need to say that he would not; he had already told her he wouldn't. He simply nodded.
To her question, though, he turned to look at her.
"I recall," he said. "The demon took the form of someone you knew."
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Date: 2018-04-13 11:10 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-04-14 02:51 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2018-04-14 02:55 am (UTC)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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Date: 2018-04-14 08:19 am (UTC)"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."