May. 30th, 2008

no_sin_but: ((don't you) forget about me)
The streets are full of people who had come to pay their last respects to the only monarch most of them had ever known. Watching from windows, doorways, the streets and gutters and it's crowded.

(the queen is dead)


Marlowe keeps his hand tight around Mary Anne's, so tight that the wedding ring on his finger digs in, but it's that kind of crowd. Let go, and let go forever.

(and the bells are tolling)


He leads her over to a wall, the wall of an inn and helps her up onto the barrels before joining her. One hand holding into the sign to the left of him for balance, the other hook around her waist and keeping her close.

(the queen is dead)


"'Right?" He asks her, voice loud in her ear but it's the only way to hear over the press of people and the church bells.

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