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glacial_witch

Room 218, Tuesday Afternoon

Aug 31, 2009 14:40

Karla sat on her bed, wooden frame floating gently in the air in front of her, a pile of spidersilk close to her right hand. Normally, she had a reason to be spinning a tangled web: a project, like for the ghosts or for the fair, because of a dream or an odd feeling, like when the other world's spell had swept across Fandom. But there was no ( Read more... )

where: room 218, teal deer crossing, nfi, nfb, beware the golden spider, [ender], door: closed, what: drinking away the stupid, what: what tangled webs we weave, who: ben skywalker, linkdrop, who: karla, this warning not in jest

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momslilassassin September 1 2009, 12:18:50 UTC

Ben still wasn't used to living down on the second floor, and the unfamiliar mattress was disturbing what was already a tenuous attempt at sleeping.

So Karla's distress ripped through him like an an electrical storms that emerged from nowhere on Coruscant. He found himself outside her door without really realizing he'd moved.

He took a deep breath, then rapped quietly on the wood. "Karla?"

glacial_witch September 1 2009, 14:24:10 UTC

Oh, Mother Night. Ben. While she didn't want to see anyone right now, Ben was right at the top of the list--second only to Ender--of people she definitely Did Not Wish To See.

"Go away," she wailed. "I'm fine!"

Cause, right. He'd believe that. Because even in he couldn't feel her emotions, the gulping half-sob in the middle of that would let him know everything.

momslilassassin September 1 2009, 15:08:08 UTC

"You aren't," he replied flatly. "Let me in?"

glacial_witch September 1 2009, 15:19:41 UTC

Stupid bloody males. They were the same, whether Kaeleeran or Jedis.

Karla tried to use Craft to open the door, but she couldn't work up the energy. It was there, humming quietly in her Sapphire, but she just couldn't make the connection. So she dragged herself off of the bed, tried to wipe away all the traces of tears, and opened the door.

She looked positively charming when she opened the door--that is, if the person of the other side happened to like his girls looking like they were dragged, facedown, through Hell for a bit.

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