[Phone to Hel]

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

[Dials. Waits for the pickup and hopes Hel's not in the middle of a reading...]

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[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

[ She answers on the second ring. Busy or not, she'll always answer for him.]

Bonjour, mon cher. How are you?

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

[The grin is in his voice.] Better, now that I'm talking to you. How are things with you?

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

[And she's smiling too.]

Going well. I've missed you.

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

And I've missed you. Which... is mostly the reason I called. Buuut..., there is something I wanted to talk to you about. If you've got the time?

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

You know I always have time for you, Sean.

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

I've been thinking... [He seems to muddle around with this for a moment] about moving east.

[Wait. Gauge reaction.]

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

[There's a pause, short but there. Hel is the queen of not getting her hopes up, but...well it's there.]

How far east?

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

Well, here's my predicament. I'm stuck between two cities I really love for different reasons. One of them is Boston. The other... [Bit of a pause.] Closer to you.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

Oh? [There's a definite rise in her pitch, but she's controlling it....mostly.] What do you like about the cities?

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

Let me see. Both have a deep and long history. Boston has hockey and Irish pubs, and I like those. New Orleans has food that will make my ass balloon... and while I might be able to do without the balloon part, the food is amazing. The music... pretty accessible in both places. [He tsked lightly and sighed.] But see, one place has this one thing that I just can't find at the other, no matter how hard I try.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

[She has officially stopped breathing. And her voice is just barely not a whisper.]

What thing is that?

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

[Sean smiled through the phone.] You.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

[She was beaming. Her smile was so wide it started to hurt her face.]

Oui, that is true. I don't live in Boston.

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

No. You most certainly do not. Which is a good thing because, y'know... New Orleans just wouldn't be the same if you did.

[keepswhatishers.insanejournal.com]

Well, since you don't want to tear me away from here, what will you do?

[Who does a goddess pray to when she wants something?]

[shiningone.insanejournal.com]

In terms of what, love?