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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 8:04 pm
"I keep telling myself it's real life. Magic doesn't happen like that..."
She sighed, tucked him in under the covers without really thinking about it. Her friend. Her Ladon. That was how it worked. That was how it would always work. "Don't worry. This is gonna be the one case where the general doesn't listen to the commander." She ruffled his hair, crossed the room back to her bed. "Anyway. My alarm's set for ten, but if you wake up before then, call your mom, all right? There's a phone on the wall in the hallway."
The room was quiet for a long time, then:
"Don't fall asleep with those on your face, or you'll get wicked brain freeze." Fabric shifted; Tate was getting under her covers. Then something soft impacted the bag of corn, stayed put. "You can hold on to Theo tonight, Ladon," she said. There was a smile in her voice. "Sleep tight, okay? Don't go wandering off again."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 8:31 pm
Fussing, he reached up and started to comb his hair back down after having it ruffled, and watched his friend go back to her bed. It grew quite and he started to shuffled deep in the cushions of the couch, the quite a comforting, heavy weight and warm. The wind blew outside against the windows. He placed the vegetables against his pillow to rest his cheek against them and hoped he’d look half-normal by tomorrow.
Curling in, he closed his eyes and smiled. “I won’t go wandering off.” He liked it here too much. “Night, Tate.” Reaching down, he grabbed Theodore and pulled him close, before, with one last sigh, went to sleep.
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