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[lady_moon]

It's late in the morning when she wakes up.

Moon stretches slowly, languorously, enjoying the warmth of bed and covers and body next to her own, its arm slung over her--

Wait.

She sits up carefully, gently shifting so his arm rests across her lap instead of across her body, and stares in disbelief.

"Mons," she hisses quietly.

The white wolf appears, distinctly unhappy about being woken up. Yes, Mistress?

"When did I fall asleep in here?"

You did not. You fell asleep in his lap on the sofa in the bar, and he was kind enough to bring you back here so he could actually sleep himself.

Moon thinks on this.

She fell asleep with Indy.

There is some internal flailing at this knowledge as she stares down at him.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy absorbs that studiously, then relays his understanding with a simple nod.

"Fair enough."

"I wasn't judging or condemning, for the record. I was just interested."

[lady_moon]

She smiles up at him.

"I know. You don't seem like the judging type. I don't mind ever talking about what we--I--do. It's nice, in a way, to be able to talk about it with someone who doesn't immediately question ever nuance and try to apply their morality to what I do." She takes of his hands in hers and laces their fingers together. "It's not easy, you know. It's not easy at all, but it's what we do and so we do it. Even Ruin... even Ruin once was so sad. His mind had to go all explodey for him to be able to do what he does."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I can imagine."

His brow creases slightly as he ponders something deeper.

"If you ceased to do, would you cease to exist?" he wonders.

[lady_moon]

She thinks about this.

"I'm not sure. We were created from the belief of many worlds. The Minor Arcana tend to be made while the Major are 'born' from belief alone. It's how the Queen of Swords, Ten of Swords, Three of Swords, Five of Pentacles, and Two of Wands came to be -- we chose mortals and made them into cards. But, we're as immortal as any thought can be. Once given birth, can you unmake the thought?"

Moon then smiles at him.

"And could we even stop what we do? Ruin tried. During the Black Death on one of the earths, he tried. But he was ruin, and no matter how hard he tried not to be that, he was. He couldn't change it."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

More affirmative nodding.

"Makes conceptual sense, I suppose. As man believes, so he is, and so are you."

[lady_moon]

"I think it's harder for the ones made, though," she admits. "They were human at one point, so they... they know what it's like. I can't decide if it makes their relation to other sentients any better than ours."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Could do. Dunno."

His lips twitch into a fond smirk.

"You seem to relate pretty well to me."

[lady_moon]

Moon grins at that.

"You're... different. You saw how badly I handled Miniver and Draco."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Well... yeah," he concedes, a bit reluctantly. "But they're kids, in that awkward self-discovery phase of their lives. And even without that, they're not the most personable sorts from what I've seen."

"Don't be too hard on yourself."

[lady_moon]

She sighs softly, and it's not a sad sound, more like a pleased, relaxed one, and just lays against Indy.

"Thank you. For bringing me back here."

Because she knows he didn't have to.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy smiles down at her and kisses the top of her head.

"I wouldn't 've had it any other way. Glad you got a good night's sleep out of it."

[lady_moon]

"It was nice," she agrees. "It's been a while."

A very long while.

"See, I don't have to sleep often, but I still need to do it on occasion. Usually I barricade myself in my room at the castle and set Mons and Mare to guarding the door. So, it's different and... nice... to wake up beside someone."

It was unusual and... comforting.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I agree."

It's been a while for him too, not since he's slept, but since he's had a bed partner to wake up with.

"Why the need to barricade yourself in?" he then inquires. He looks a bit baffled by that part of her explanation.

[lady_moon]

She squirms around so she can look up at him easily, her expression pleasant and unshadowed. The memory is distant to her, so it's more like recalling a fable than an unhappy event.

"I went to sleep one night in a room... somewhere... I can't remember where anymore. I should've locked the door. Set Mons and Mare to watch. But the world was young, you see, and I didn't think anything of travelling alone." She wrinkles her nose. "Strange girls wandering about alone with funds were frowed upon, it seems. I woke up with men around me, yanking me from the bed."

It had been unpleasant.

"I've never gone to sleep with someone since, or kept my door unlocked."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy scrunches his face distastefully.

"Ugh. I didn't know. Sorry."

"I kinda figured that the wolves would've intervened, or at least said something, if it was a problem for you."

[lady_moon]

Mare shoves his head over the bed and eyes Indy.

Of course we would have, but you are not a mob of men screaming 'witch', so there was no problem. Then he flops back down to Mons.

Moon giggles and shakes her head. "They think you're a Good Thing." And the ways she says it, the words sound capitalized. "I don't mind, anyway. You're a lot nicer to wake up to than... well... than nothing."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Somewhat relieved that her bad experience hadn't been anything more invasive than an act of mis-guided persecution, Indy lets out a light snort at Mare's contribution. He then turns his attention back to Moon.

"Better than nothing, huh?"

A wry chuckle follows. He knows what she means, but he's not going to throw away the chance to tease her about the phrasing.

"Not quite the compliment I was hoping for."

[lady_moon]

She flushes, but pokes him in the stomach.

"Oh, hush you." Moon sits up so she can kiss him, then smiles at him. "You're better than anything else I could wake up to, how's that?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That's much more like it."

Despite the softening effect of the pleasantries she affords, Indy manages to retain a little swagger. He puts his hands behind his head and leans back into them.

"I guess, in that case, I'll see what I can do to make it a more frequent occurence..."