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estdeus_innobis[Dark, Friday October 24th, Day 145]
[The Dormouse]
Was sitting up in the now very quiet apartment, sprawled across the bed and reading, when the power goes out. I've gotten so used to having electricity, it is an annoyance when it goes down. I wait about ten minutes, before I give up on it coming back on.
Throw on some jeans and a sweater and head down Main to the Dormouse. Wonder if Wanda's home? Actually, I wonder if she's alone. A distinct possibly.
See a candle flickering in the bedroom. Well, there's one question answered. Knock on the back door and call up to the window, announcing myself. After a few minutes, Wanda cautiously opens the door, a sword clutched in her hand. I see at least she is being careful. She lets me in, and rehangs the sword on the wall.
We retreat upstairs, whatever fears she has of me, or rather Marbas, replaced by ones of being alone in the dark. Wanda and I strip down and slip under the covers, and I pull her close, her back pressed up against my chest. We just lay there in the dark, a single candle flickering in the room, throwing shadows everywhere. With Wanda curled warm and soft into my arms, it's hard to remember all the things we should be discussing. Like the look she gave Glass when she stopped in yesterday morning. I guess Wanda knew what Glass and Mab had come by to propose, and either was not happy about the decision, or that she could not tell me first. Oh well, it's done, and truly... I could do worse than to spend the day talking with Glass.
I could let myself drift into sleep, and let my worries and concerns go, it would be easy.....
"Who is he Wanda?" I ask her quietly, lips against the back of her neck.
[Open to Wanda]
[Closed]
[The Dormouse]
Was sitting up in the now very quiet apartment, sprawled across the bed and reading, when the power goes out. I've gotten so used to having electricity, it is an annoyance when it goes down. I wait about ten minutes, before I give up on it coming back on.
Throw on some jeans and a sweater and head down Main to the Dormouse. Wonder if Wanda's home? Actually, I wonder if she's alone. A distinct possibly.
See a candle flickering in the bedroom. Well, there's one question answered. Knock on the back door and call up to the window, announcing myself. After a few minutes, Wanda cautiously opens the door, a sword clutched in her hand. I see at least she is being careful. She lets me in, and rehangs the sword on the wall.
We retreat upstairs, whatever fears she has of me, or rather Marbas, replaced by ones of being alone in the dark. Wanda and I strip down and slip under the covers, and I pull her close, her back pressed up against my chest. We just lay there in the dark, a single candle flickering in the room, throwing shadows everywhere. With Wanda curled warm and soft into my arms, it's hard to remember all the things we should be discussing. Like the look she gave Glass when she stopped in yesterday morning. I guess Wanda knew what Glass and Mab had come by to propose, and either was not happy about the decision, or that she could not tell me first. Oh well, it's done, and truly... I could do worse than to spend the day talking with Glass.
I could let myself drift into sleep, and let my worries and concerns go, it would be easy.....
"Who is he Wanda?" I ask her quietly, lips against the back of her neck.
[Closed]
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