Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-11-27 14:27:00 |
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She couldn’t seem to get comfortable enough to sleep. She had felt increasingly like an intruder in Aspel’s apartment with Mag’s presence, and although the other woman had made an attempt to get her to stay, Ari had made her leave close to dawn. Mag was staying, ensuring Aspel took care of herself, and wasn’t that what she had asked for, after all? There was no need to stay, and Aspel’s couch wasn’t particularly comfortable for sleeping on (the thought tacked on, unbidden, without Aspel on it), so there was no reason not to go home and to bed. But she had tossed and turned, eyes closed, then open, then closed again, and found herself utterly incapable of rest. Her mind seemed opposed to the idea of quieting, and her thoughts cycled through her head without pause. What now? What could she possibly do now? She had told Aspel in the clinic that she would not die; she had told Aud the same on the network. And now, here she was feeling as though she had made a promise she had to – but couldn’t quite – keep. Just the thought of either of them dying on her – (The thought, a little desperate, of since when had Aspel become as precious as her best friend in the world was quickly quashed. If there was one thing she did not need to think about right now, it was that.) On the nightstand, her communicator blinked. Giving up at last – it was full light, long past time to attempt sleep – she ran her hand through her tousled hair and picked the device up. Someone else ill? Or, worse, news from Mag or even Darius? It was, as it turned out, neither of these things. She sat for a moment, looking at the small screen, then took in a deep breath and let out a sigh before beginning to type. She didn’t think. Once she had decided to act, she rarely spared time for thought. And because she didn’t think, she didn’t examine the reasons why she had come to the decision to do such a crazy, uncharacteristic thing. Setting the communicator aside, she rose to dress and make coffee. It seemed she had a few more uncharacteristic things to do this morning. |