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[fallenone]

Some are always meant to fall.

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[fallenone]

Armarus.

That is what I did.

[professionalriot]

That's new.

Fell from love or fell out of love?

[fallenone]

I’m only an interesting conversationalist.

[have_no_mercy]

What else should you be?

[fallenone]

It is old.

If I fell out of love I would have said so.

[fallenone]

Happiness.

Do you have a name?

[have_no_mercy]

You should be happiness?

I do, yes. It's Tess.

[professionalriot]

Just haven't heard it before.

Falling from love. What does that mean?

[fallenone]

Should I have given you the name of George Drake for comfort, instead?

[Grief crosses his features.] Darkness and silence.

[fallenone]

Yes.

Tess. I will remember it.

[professionalriot]

Nope. Just because it's unusual to me doesn't mean it's a bad thing.

How far did you fall?

[have_no_mercy]

You're going to have to explain that one to me.

[fallenone]

Except when it is indeed a bad thing.

[His gaze lift upwards and he lowers his head.] Too far and not far enough. Either way I do not have need to fear heights.

[fallenone]

It would be easier to explain I am insane. And for you to believe that.

[have_no_mercy]

I've met my share, but is that really your story?

[professionalriot]

Is a name a bad thing?

Far enough to never reach what you love, not far enough because you have to live with what you lost.

[inthepresence]

Really. I seem to recall Choices being made.

[fallenone]

For some.

Yes.

[fallenone]

My story?

Hold out your hand to me.

[fallenone]

A heart’s decision is no choice.

[have_no_mercy]

[She does so, hesitantly. But she's too curious not to and besides, she wouldn't be who she is if she didn't occasionally leap without looking.]

[professionalriot]

Hell of a fall.

[fallenone]

Sometimes I think the fall was worth it.

[professionalriot]

Aren't they all?

[fallenone]

This is my story.

[His hands move in a showy flourish to reveal they are empty. A brief movement and he reaches behind her ear, pulling back showing he holds a coin between his fingertips. The coin is placed in the open palm of her hand. He covers the coin with his hand and removes his hand to show sitting in her palm of her hand is now a white perfumed flower.]

A flower from Tahiti.