Pam Swynford De Beaufort (
lazy_but_loyal
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2014-12-03 05:47 pm (UTC)
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Eric's coffin is sleek, glossy black, with a blood red lining. The Corvette of coffins.
Pam closes the lid on herself, and as the darkness settles into her bones, her last thoughts before she fades are of him.
When dusk falls, Pam emerges from Eric's room. The house is quiet.
She stalks upstairs.
Oh, look,
breakfast
Jay is sprawled on the couch. At least he took his boots off.
Giving his shin a firm pat, she wakes him. "Rise and shine, sweetheart."
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Pam closes the lid on herself, and as the darkness settles into her bones, her last thoughts before she fades are of him.
When dusk falls, Pam emerges from Eric's room. The house is quiet.
She stalks upstairs.
Oh, look,
breakfastJay is sprawled on the couch. At least he took his boots off.Giving his shin a firm pat, she wakes him. "Rise and shine, sweetheart."