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[acarelesslife]

Leon had watched the rain with growing weariness. Days had ticked by, one after another, in a dull, unhappy drizzle, that made him want to do nothing more than sit in his hut (thankfully dry, for all its rustic charm), venturing out only when the necessity of a meal and cup of tea, or perhaps the possibility of a decent drink and conversation,

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[so_near_an_end]

In the centre of their rumpled bed, surrounded by scads of books and discarded shirts and socks, sat Cecilia. A particularly frustrated expression had schooled itself onto her delicate features some thirty minutes prior, though she was loathe to admit defeat. Open before her were three various books on knitting. In her hands were two wooden needles, which she held rather awkwardly. Something that was suspiciously bootie-shaped yet rather deformed at the same time was dangling from one of the needles. Biting her tongue, Cecilia counted stitches under her breath and then cursed when she missed a stitch.

A knock at the door startled her. She looked up, blowing a few flyaway strands of hair out of her eyes, and gave Robbie a pleading look. If she set down the accursed needles now, there was no telling what state her project would be in when she attempted to resume her work.

[iwillresume]

Robbie hid a smile at the sight of Cecilia's frustration over her knitting and shook his head. "Don't move," he told her, "I'll get it." He would have insisted she not get up anyway, even if she were not occupied, for now that they knew she was carrying twins he was even more insistent she not tire herself. Brushing his hand on her shoulder as he passed, he went to the door.

As soon as he saw who was on the other side, his entire demeanour cooled. "What do you want?"

[acarelesslife]

Leon's own demeanor went decidedly cold at the sight of Robbie Turner. Damn. He sucked in a breath and crossed his arms over his chest, summoning the authority that he had been, if not actually bred to, at least taught since childhood.

"I'm here to see my sister."

[so_near_an_end]

Cecilia scarcely even nodded when Robbie went to the door, for she was busily inspecting the stitches she had just knitted. Something seemed terribly wrong but she simply couldn't discern where she had gone off. Had she not heard a familiar voice in the doorway, she wouldn't have given the unexpected company a second though, for Robbie was sociable enough for the lot of them. Upon hearing Leon's voice, however, Cecilia did indeed put down her knitting and stiffened considerably.

"I have nothing to say to you, Leon," Cecilia called, and despite her better judgment attempted to get up from the bed.