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[lady_moon]

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.

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[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Um... whatever. Will Dart be okay? Can I get food for him, and maybe a nice place to sleep? He has a little leather satchel back home. He'll miss it and get homesick."

Or Miniver will. The bird looks perfectly happy.

[lady_moon]

"I'll go and let Sorrow know you're here... and then I'll go find something suitable for Dart, all right?"

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?

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

It is.

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.

[three_of_swords]

She knocks.

Peeks her head in.

"Comfortable?" she says, hovering near the door. "You look comfortable."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

Miniver sits up with a tiny squeak and looks over at her.

"Um, are you Sorrow?"

[three_of_swords]

She's a slight girl. Perhaps no taller than Moon. She has birch coloured hair and bright, bright blue eyes. Sorrow's dressed in a simple sun dress with white sandals on her feet, the laces tied up her calves.

"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."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He just STARES at her. Like he's hypnotized. It isn't an attraction -- or it is, but it's not, it's something like a recognition.

"...Hi," he manages finally. "Um, actually she kidnapped me."

[three_of_swords]

She laughs, coming to stand near him, but not too close.

She'd wait to be invited closer.

"Moon doesn't do that kind of thing," she insists with another small chuckle.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Um, she did. I'm kidnapped. I can't go home. She dragged me out and put me here. And my bird. I have a bird."

[three_of_swords]

Sorrow looks around and spots Dart, giving the bird a little wave.

"If she did do that, then she must have a very good reason." She turns her eyes back to Miniver. "Are you uncomfortable here?"

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"Well... no... but I miss my lover. And I worry about him. He tends to get himself hurt a lot. Or let pretty women do things to his wand."

Pause.

"You know what I mean." Facepalm.

[three_of_swords]

She grins at him.

"I know. Since I was the pretty woman who did things to his wand. Draco will be fine. And so will you."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"I know. But I still worry. Hey. You're not like your dad at all. You're really nice."

[three_of_swords]

"Papa is what he is. I love him regardless. I think we all love our parents no matter what they do to us, don't we, Miniver?" she asks quietly from under her lashes.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He holds her gaze for just a moment then turns his head, hair falling in his face.

"Yes."

[three_of_swords]

"It was better than living with Mama. She wasn't a nice woman, and I disgraced her. Papa was nicer. He would tease and tickle me in his best moments." She tilts her head. "But those moments didn't happen often, as I'm sure you could guess."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He nods.

He... knows. Somehow. He knows.

[three_of_swords]

Sorrow creeps until she can sit on the bed, curling her legs up and making herself look very small.

"But I loved them. Still do."

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He closes his eyes for several long moments. When he opens them again, he looks at her with a forced smile.

"Moon said you wre going to show me places."

[three_of_swords]

"I can, if you like."

She's quiet, just like Moon said she would be.

"Do you want to go to the kitchen and see what Skill has made?"

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

"...Okay. That sounds cool."

Being near her is like brooding. Like memories. Like... being back in Fishkill. But purer. Safer. Steady and sharp.

[three_of_swords]

She unfurls and slips off the bed, offering him her hand.

"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.

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He doesn't take her hand.

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."

[three_of_swords]

She pauses and looks at him.

Really looks at him.

"Those are not things you do. In fact, those are just aspects of your life. Are you afraid of me?"

[cheevy.livejournal.com]

He blushes deeply. "I don't know. I--you make me feel... strange. Like I did back home. Or maybe it's just being kidnapped. I dunno."