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Zelda wakes up all at once, blinking up at the boughs of the life tree where sunlight has just started to filter through, small dust motes weaving in and out of thin sunbeams. Part of her waking is habit, her love of early mornings and how the cool night air gradually warms as the sun climbs higher in the sky. As for the other reason...

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Parker wakes with her face halfway smashed into a pillow and an arm curled around her waist. She lifts her head, blinking slowly and blowing out a sharp breath to clear her bangs out of her eyes. Peering over Hardison's shoulder she can just make out the clock on the bedside table. A little before eight, which couldn't be right because she ( Read more... )

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     Eliza glanced at her son, half an eye on the red light.  “We’re going to buy some paint, sweetie.  I need it if I’m going to finish your room tonight.”

“Oh.”  Zeke frowned, chewing on his bottom lip.  “Is it okay to leave with people in our house?”

A good question.  “It’s okay.  They know what they’re doing.”  Not to mention she’d made ( Read more... )

This post just proves that Christmas isn't what is used to be.  Once upon a time, I would have gone to bed at ten, only to lie in bed awake for hours because I was too excited for the next morning to sleep.  Now, I care more about figuring out when I'm going to find the time to write between opening presents, spending time with my family, and ( Read more... )

Deep breath, thrust, exhale as fire teased the pads of his fingers.  Another deep breath, follow the blast of heat with a quick swipe of his foot, dipping to brace his hands against solid earth as fire flashed in a bright wave.

It was a faint tremor in the ground beneath his hands that had Zuko leaping up and away moments before narrow ( Read more... )