Nov 11, 2004 16:12
Blaise rolls over, moaning. His head feels like someone has thrown bludgers at it. He pulls his pillow over his head, trying to stop the ringing.
I thought they were suppose to stay away. Stupid Yrael, making me talk about my father...
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"Blaise?"
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"What did you dream?"
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"I'm sorry."
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"It's not your fault. They were just... really bad tonight."
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"Can I help?"
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His hend searches for hers under the covers (and amazingly doesn't touch any place inappropriate) and squeezes it.
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She cuddles against him, one arm around his waist, her face buried in his shoulder.
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"Thank you, Ophelia."
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"You're welcome."
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"Ophelia..."
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"Yes?"
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