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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,

Lavender took the book from him and put it on the other side of the sofa. Peter Pan had been one of her favorites since she was a child. There was something appealing the story of a boy who didn't grow up. Plus there were fairies, pirates and a different sort of magic. It was an exciting thing to see performed on stage, and that feeling was something that comforted her. Except she didn't quite find that same comfort in the story of a boy who thought to die would be an awfully big adventure.

Almost within the same breath that Michael finally settled himself on the sofa, Lavender moved into his space, blankets and all. She threw her arms around him, registering his questions but not enough to answer them. Lavender pressed her chin into his shoulder, clinging to him and trying to make the world feel less fragile. "You don't get to die," she said after a moment, still stuck on that thread from earlier. "You don't get to die, not for me, not at all."