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[Feb. 26th, 2009|02:54 am] |
Who: Mathilda and Jesus
What: Comfort snuggling?
When: Tonight
Where: Her place/room
Warnings: TBD
The nightmares were always the same for her, both involving a different time when she was just a kid. The first was her brother getting murdered, shot down in cold blood even though she hadn't been there at the time. The second was about Leon, and the wall and gunfire and explosions. You'd think after 16 years the nightmares would have gone away but they wouldn't. In a way they were comforting because at least then she wouldn't forget him.
She was sitting up in bed, with her arms curled around her knees and under the blankets, waiting for J to show up. The lights were halfway down, she was kind of sitting in the dark. |
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[Feb. 26th, 2009|09:26 pm] |
Who: Meggie Folchart & Sable Harris
What: A meeting of the miiiiiinds. Or something like it.
Where: Sign of the Weasel
When: Afternoon.
Why: Because!
Warnings: book-geekery, not much else.
Meggie was walking home a slightly different way than she usually did, mostly because she didn't have to stop at the store on the way back, but also because she was learning the lay of the land between the library and her flat, and finding that the more she saw, the more she wanted to see.
Coming around a corner, when the wind shifted, she was sure she heard the whispering, even the books at the library were rarely that loud, only if it was a particularly lonely volume that was either out of place or hadn't been touched in ages. Her brow creased, taking a breath and just following the feel of that sound, slipping into the bookshop not long after.
Once she slipped inside she froze, just staring wide-eyed, likely looking more like a tourist than she had any real reason to. Give her a moment and she'll get out of the doorway, really. |
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