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Snow white sand.
Jasper ocean.
Violet-night sky with two moons hanging in it.
Mare and Mons bound off as much as Mons can toward the castle while Moon turns to the sentient she just snatched.
She... smiles at him.
Jasper ocean.
Violet-night sky with two moons hanging in it.
Mare and Mons bound off as much as Mons can toward the castle while Moon turns to the sentient she just snatched.
She... smiles at him.
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Or Miniver will. The bird looks perfectly happy.
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She gives him a peck on the cheek and disappears out the door, leaving him alone for a bit.
Maybe alone is a good thing for Miniver?
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He flops down on the bed, lying on his back. It's comfortable, and this is all very novel and lovely, but... eventually it;s all going to hit him that he can't go home. Eventually. For now, he just admires the curtains.
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Peeks her head in.
"Comfortable?" she says, hovering near the door. "You look comfortable."
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"Um, are you Sorrow?"
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"Yes." And her smile shows that. It's beautiful and inviting, but there's something else there. Something that tugs at something inside. "Moon said she's brought you for a visit."
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"...Hi," he manages finally. "Um, actually she kidnapped me."
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She'd wait to be invited closer.
"Moon doesn't do that kind of thing," she insists with another small chuckle.
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"If she did do that, then she must have a very good reason." She turns her eyes back to Miniver. "Are you uncomfortable here?"
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Pause.
"You know what I mean." Facepalm.
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"I know. Since I was the pretty woman who did things to his wand. Draco will be fine. And so will you."
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"Yes."
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He... knows. Somehow. He knows.
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"But I loved them. Still do."
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"Moon said you wre going to show me places."
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She's quiet, just like Moon said she would be.
"Do you want to go to the kitchen and see what Skill has made?"
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Being near her is like brooding. Like memories. Like... being back in Fishkill. But purer. Safer. Steady and sharp.
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"What sorts of things do you like to do, Miniver?" she asks. Sorrow isn't used to being around people not her family, so the flush of her cheeks isn't usually there like it is now.
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He's not sure why. He can't justify it even to himself. But he can't bring himself to touch her.
This is too weird. What she makes him feel is weird. He doesn't want to get nearer.
"I'm a writer. And a drunk. And I love Draco."
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Really looks at him.
"Those are not things you do. In fact, those are just aspects of your life. Are you afraid of me?"
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