| and I know the waiting is all you can do, sometimes (Makaria) |
[08 Mar 2008|11:57pm] |
Nanshe was a piece of work.
Two rooms. Side by side. A thin wall between him and Makaria--and he knew his mirror had done this on purpose. He knew. Mak had gone into her room, and he'd gone into his, and Dream was getting settled, cup of tea that had accompanied him from the other room to here now settled safely and snugly on top of a dresser behind him.
( Not even ten minutes had gone by. )
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