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Feb 16, 2012 15:51

Honestly, she hadn't meant to take a nap today. One wouldn't think she would need one, judging by how late she slept this morning. Rae had intended to do some baking, and maybe take a walk outside (since there was some sort of building with guns blocking her normal running route around the lake ( Read more... )

juliet o'hara, glorfindel, balthazar blake, ned the piemaker, rae "sunshine" seddon

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777thdegree February 16 2012, 23:03:26 UTC

He's still tired.

Still stressed.

Still hurt, in a way he hasn't let himself be hurt in quite a number of years.

But he's still her master. That'd be why he's draping her with a blanket that's somehow managed to be about as warm and snuggly as a blanket could possibly be.

sunbaked_baker February 16 2012, 23:31:10 UTC

She shifts but doesn't fully wake as she's covered by the blanket. She simply feels its warmth and softness, keeping out the chill that she had brought in with her from outside.

It takes her dozing mind a few long moments to remember where she is and then wonder who would've given her the blanket. Still mostly in the clutches of sleep, she opens her eyes just to see-

Oh.

Well.

She's awake now.

777thdegree February 16 2012, 23:36:07 UTC

He hasn't noticed yet, weariness lending age to his face where time hasn't managed to leave a mark. The glow of his ring fades as he finishes the warding spell - odd events or no, the bar still isn't the safest place to fall asleep without protection.

sunbaked_baker February 16 2012, 23:39:58 UTC

Rae can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at how tired he looks - much more tired than even she feels, right now, despite everything. She still feels the echo of the other day's frustration and anger, but it, like everything else she's feeling right now, is subdued.

"Hey," she says, quiet.

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piesordeath February 17 2012, 04:18:41 UTC

Ned, careful and quietly, picks the book up (page number memorized, just in case) and places it closed on the coffee table near Rae.

He has his cup of tea and a newspaper to occupy himself with; he doesn't want to disturb Rae from her sleep, after all.

It's not something he does.

sunbaked_baker February 17 2012, 04:30:31 UTC

Rae sleeps, but rare is it that she sleeps peacefully, or for long. Eventually, some bar room noise or feeling nudges her towards wakefulness, and she shifts. She rubs the sleep from her eyes with a wince as she moves towars sitting up - sleeping crooked is never a happy experience.

piesordeath February 17 2012, 04:34:29 UTC

Ned folds up his newspaper in the meantime, alerted by the sudden shifting and does his best to look as harmless as possible.

It's never a fun feeling to be startled from sleep, after all.

sunbaked_baker February 17 2012, 04:39:35 UTC

Rae yawns - despite all the extra sleep she got last night, and the nap today, she's still worn out. When she finally does open her eyes and look around, it doesn't take her even a second to spot Ned sitting nearby.

"Hey you," she greets him, a smile brightening her face. "Long time, no see."

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heatourjail February 17 2012, 21:55:27 UTC

Juliet winces, sad to see Rae looking so awful. As always, she makes herself quickly and thoroughly useful; she orders up some tea from bar, then manages to settle beside Rae. As much as she hates the stuff, she knows it's good for what ails you.

She'll be pouring it when Rae wakes up, hopefully on her own.

sunbaked_baker February 18 2012, 06:01:44 UTC

(ooc: *shakes fist at LJ for its lack of notification!*)

Rae eventually wakes, though whether from some bar room noise or from some nightmare, it's hard to say. One moment, she's asleep; the next, she is awake, wincing from the crick in her neck.

heatourjail February 19 2012, 20:20:38 UTC

[OOC: *PRODS NOTIFS*]

Juliet notices immediately, putting down her tea and scooting closer. "Are you okay?"

sunbaked_baker February 21 2012, 01:55:40 UTC

Rae sits up with an almighty wince. "Hey Juliet," she greets, trying to work out the pain from the stiff muscles.

"I'm all right."

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gondolin_noble February 19 2012, 05:31:21 UTC

Someone is tired of the sound of so much doom.

So he has obtained a small lap-harp from Bar (after much cajoling, three kazoos and a banjo) and is now tuning it quietly in a chair closer to the fire.

sunbaked_baker February 19 2012, 05:38:18 UTC

The sound draws her out of her sleep, slowly, something new against the background sounds of the bar room. Rae lies there, blinking her still-tired eyes open to watch the elf with his harp.

gondolin_noble February 19 2012, 05:46:42 UTC

It is a somewhat inelegant tool (as he judges them), but he finally has it singing sweetly. Then, without preamble, he launches into a meandering tune that is more reminicient of a burbling stream or birdsong (or, perhaps, birds singing by a stream) than something so prosaic as just music.

sunbaked_baker February 19 2012, 06:04:30 UTC

It may be just because she is so tired - the sleepy tranquility makes it easy to fall into the more visionary end of her Dark Sight. Rae has gotten used to the fact that people of the daylit world, whether human or Otherwise, are affected by their life in thei light of the sun. Their shadows twist and move, giving away secrets of their natures and intentions to any who has the capability to see them. Vampires, creatures that do not venture under the sun, their shadows do not move - they tell nothing. But this elf - the shadows he casts are overwhelmed by the light he carries in him. She can read little or intent or nature, but knows that it wasn't the light of the sun that gave him that light. Sunshine would've liked to have seen the trees of which he spoke ( ... )

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