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[Dec. 14th, 2009|10:31 pm] |
Who: J and Mattie
What: Flying South for the Holidays- or, at least, to Australia.
When/Where: Backdated to after Mattie's post yesterday, first the White House in J's bedroom, then Lord Howe Island, Australia.
Warnings: Not yet, but I'll keep you posted.
J had been on his way towards a breakdown for most of the week, with the education summits, and the Health care summits, and the meetings... This whole leadership thing had come a long way, in two millenia. He needed a bit of a break. Thankfully, he had plenty of support from his staff- even if a lot of them tended to be overworked as well. Part of the reason he was bringing Mattie along; she had the same schedule he did, the same pressures. More, maybe, considering she was teh one putting herself in danger on his account. He'd sworn to himself he wouldn't have this again- people he was that responsible for.
But then, she was different. And... that was part of it, too. He couldn't deny he'd been falling for Mattie, hard, since she started working for him. Even over the chaos of the last year, she was always willing to listen to him, take the time out to sneak him off somewhere when he needed it. Like now. Eventually, they were going to have to talk about it. But for now, he needed to remember just what he needed, for a week away. The dangers of having people pack for you, for much of your life.
He was debating the merits of his sandals, when Mattie was announced at the door. "Yeah, man, let 'er in," |
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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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