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[e_delmar]

Ain't nothin' but a normal room. Pretty one, too, if'n you don't think too hard on what's goin' on in there. Ennis' sleeping more now, at least -- the drugs help with that -- but he's still awake a lot (and damn grumpy about it, too. But he ain't no less grumpy about the sleep, neither).

But he's there, and at least that's something.

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[e_delmar]

"For what?"

The words croak out, fighting their way from his throat. Ennis may never've been the brightest in his class, but he ain't so stupid as to not be skeptical of Desire's help.

[true_desire]

"Tch. Consider it done."

There's no hesitation, which might be more frightening than any attempt at haggling. "I think Jack's a fair sight better at taking care of himself than you give him credit, del Mar."

The smirk returns, wicked and cutting-sharp. "... Of course, it might cost you if you want to specify who gets to take care of your oft-denied love."

[e_delmar]

"Don't got nobody specific in mind."


As opposed to people he don't want taking care of Jack.

He clears his throat, frowning.





"Don't want you botherin' him none."

[true_desire]

Desire laughs quietly.

"I don't bother him, Ennis. We're friends, of a sort."

[e_delmar]

"Ain't what I mean."

And Desire knows it.

[true_desire]

"Of course not." Desire ignores the look Ennis shoots his way, instead pulling out a fresh cigarette and lighting up.

"Tell me, del Mar. And how, exactly, do you plan on holding me to 'not bothering him' when Desire is what I am -- what I do -- and you've taken my sister's cold, white hand?"

[e_delmar]

If Ennis could punch Desire right now, changes are good he would. 'Course, maybe he's learned a thing or two in the years since the last time, but maybe not.

Instead, he clenches his hands much's he can, and forces words out, dry and raspy.

"Guess I don't have no way of makin' sure."

[true_desire]

"I don't understand why it's so important to you that I leave him be, Ennis. What: You've played the on and off game for thirty-some years, left yourself cut off from happiness and proper companionship, and now you want him to be as alone and miserable as you are 'til he gives up and fades away? Tch."

Desire's gold eyes swim into focus as the Endless leans close.

"And you think I'm cruel."

[e_delmar]

Ennis swallows, and it ain't dryness or a pill he's having trouble swalling around.

There's something in his eyes like anger, something like truth.

"He deserves more."

A cough turns into more, and he struggles to get the words out.

"But he don't deserve you."

[true_desire]

"He doesn't have a choice, Ennis: Desire is the very essence of man. He's only human."

Desire grins -- a nasty, predatory look.

"And so are you."



The Endless moves, standing up and trailing too-sweet cigarette smoke as he leaves.