[ T'was the night before Christmas - well, it had ticked over from the night before Christmas a few hours ago, but it probably didn't count if you hadn't really slept. Then again, Lockon hadn't exactly been sleeping like a baby for going on a week, what with...everything that had happened. It hadn't exactly been a good month. Still, tiredness will ( Read more... )

Because the urge to get this down onto paper (.....metaphorically) hit me before, and it got.....ridiculously huge. Like, '1700+ words of babble' huge.

What's going through Lockon's head in regards to the Tieria situation?

( Warning for babble, stream-of-consciousness, disregard for proper grammar. )

[Lockon woke up with an arm sprawled over Tieria, terrible bedhead and about a tenth of the blanket, as he did most mornings these days. He yawned quietly - what time was it, anyway? Far too early - and snuggled closer to Tieria with a gentle nuzzle and a judicious tug of the blanket from wherever Michael was storing it all. (Eventually, he'd cure ( Read more... )

[It had been about a month since Lockon had first woken up, and he figured it was finally time to visit the last of his three comrades. It had surely been enough time for Tieria to stabilise - he'd been warned away from shocking him a while ago, after all - and he couldn't in good conscience leave him in the dark any more ( Read more... )

I think that that conversation pretty much confirmed what I've been thinking for a while now. I wonder if I should be more surprised than I am, but...well. It does make sense. It explains some things, too. Heck, I don't know why he was so surprised that I'd worked it out, or at least some of it. It's one of those things that seems really obvious, ( Read more... )

Hey, Tieria, why didn't you mention it was your birthday before we left? I can't get you a present up here.