Date: 2011-02-26 06:41 am (UTC)
[Softly] Hey. You don't need to tell me twice. This isn't... [He swallowed.] This isn't one of those things where once I get to the center of the Tootsie Roll pop- bad metaphor, roll with it- I'm out, okay? I can do slow. Don't worry about it. I'm old, remember? I might throw out a hip if I move too fast. [He cracked a smile and ran a finger along her jawline.]

Only if you tell me where you got the scars or are they just living proof of how crime don't pay? [He pulled the sword out of his pocket and stared at it.] When I left home, I cut every tie I had. I hocked my horn. Literally. Last I heard, it was in a pawn shop. This is... Well, it's not something you can just ditch. An archangel's blade. I can count the number of times I've used this thing on one hand, including stabbing Tom's imaginary friend. There's almost nothing this little baby can't kill. [He shoved it back.] So I'm sentimental. It's my last connection to home.

[And the only defense he has, much as he hates it, if his family tries to kill him or someone he loves.]
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