Rory was still packing for her few days with her family before she went to LA, and what's more, she had gifts to distribute ( Read more... )

Rory moved her computer to her bed and curled up on her desk with a cup of coffee so she could look out the window. She smiled, glad to be indoors where it was not freezing like a freezing thing.

( It had been a long week )

Rory was going on day three of sitting in her room, though she at least was acknowledging her company in the room. Sitting with her back to the bed, she'd set Yoda just behind her head and was tossing a small ball for Vladdie to chase ( Read more... )

Rory was kind of big on not thinking today, if she could help it ( Read more... )

Rory stretched languidly on the blanket up on the beach, on her stomach in a pretty sundress and reading a book of poetry by Robert Frost. She had taken care of her sunscreen thing, and based on a tip from her grandmother, oddly enough, she knew to have the Chanel No. 5 she had been given that Christmas on hand for bugs. Not that there were many ( Read more... )

Rory woke feeling achey and sitting upright, propped against her bed with something heavy in her lap. Upon opening her eyes, she discovered the heavy thing was, in fact, Anakin's head, and that she was very much not alone with him in the room ( Read more... )