Ninth -- Thirty First Birthday Party

[herbrotherslove.livejournal.com]

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[For the last few days, Lachesis has been scarce within the compound.  Despite the excitement over the integration of Aethr, something perhaps equally important has been on her mind.  Every now and then, she can be seen running down the hall carrying a bundle of something or another; more often, she can be found entering and exiting the Gate Compound repeatedly, looking worn out, yet pleased.

Nearer to 5:00 in the afternoon, she has changed out of her armor for once and sits in the lounge in an attractive red and gold dress, nervously flipping through the television channels and looking at the clock every five seconds or so.

And at 5:30. . . ]

[voice, to Lockon]
Oh, Lyle . . . I am sorry the day's fallen simultaneously with such an important event.  If you'd prefer to join the party in Aethr, I understand.  We can do something nice just as well tomorrow.  It's your birthday, after all.

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[herbrotherslove.livejournal.com]

My hand, of course.

[And she sets the box down into his hands.]

[becomethesniper.livejournal.com]

[Cake goes in box.]

Come on, you don't think you can fool me with that, do you?

[herbrotherslove.livejournal.com]

Who's fooling you? It's perfectly true.

[And she will turn around to go back to her seat, leaving her hand behind her back and exposed. . . . As well as a somewhat larger box.]

[becomethesniper.livejournal.com]

So much for that "perfectly true" stuff, eh?

[herbrotherslove.livejournal.com]

My hand . . . and something else. I don't lie, Lyle.

[This is said mock-convincingly as she presents the box with a flourish.]

For you, my knight.

[becomethesniper.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

[He takes the box and gets to opening it.]

[herbrotherslove.livejournal.com]

[She watches his expression carefully as he opens it. What he will find inside is . . . a dagger. A dagger he might possibly have seen in her possession before.]

This is . . . a sword that is passed down within my family. To those who are most precious to you.

[becomethesniper.livejournal.com]

...

...Wha...seriously? You're giving me this?

[herbrotherslove.livejournal.com]

It's very dear to me. That's why . . .

[The weapon given to her by her brother . . . it seemed like years ago, now. No. It was years ago. Lachesis nods slowly and smiles. To give this up meant . . . ]

[becomethesniper.livejournal.com]

Then I'll be sure to take good care of it.

[herbrotherslove.livejournal.com]

You'd better. Or the next family heirloom you're getting is the broken cuckoo clock.