you magnificent fuck up
06 January 2009 @ 03:50 am
[log] paint a heart repeating, beating "don't give up, don't give up, don't give up."  
[22:53] * Candice is sorting out phone details for an upcoming job, but she hangs up and tosses herself into a chair in the bedroom suite shortly after.
[22:58] * Martel is shortly behind her, his hair still damp and a contemplative look on his face that could be any number of things. "Tired, are we?"
[23:02] Candice: "Exhausted on a purely mental level." She rises to kiss him, because that's what she's been doing a lot of lately. (Since she became like him.)
[23:11] * Martel hasn't complained once - imagine that. )