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[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality.

After the storm, back at the Dormouse

After making sure everyone else was okay, and that Damien would be looked after, I slipped away from the Abbey. From happy tears and reunions. There will be none of those for me.
I need to go see if I can find Lucien. I need to make arrangements, if I can find him. I need---

I need to check on Rose. Make sure she's okay. She's sleeping, I know that much, but now that the dreams have stopped leaking into reality, Kent will--- Rose will be alone.

Too much loss for one day. Too much. I need to find Lucien but...

I need to change. I need to shower.
I may need to have a nervous breakdown.

Cut around to the backdoor, glad to see the graveyard is gone. No purple bunnies either. Rose will be quite put out, once she realizes they gone. Amongst other things. Lock the door behind me, drop the plated armour to the floor and start to wrestle myself out of the riding coat as I climb the stairs.

"Rose sweetling..." I call softly, hissing a bit when the coat peels away from the gash on my arm. I'll have to have Lu-- no. I can't, can I? "Mummy's home. Are you alright?" I turn the corner, and stop dead. Rose is still asleep, that is not what shocks me.

Kent, not my ex-husband in the Kent form, but Kent Whitman, is holding her. The dreams have receded, and Kent is... still...

"Rose said 'Ent 'tay... the world went bright... and here I am." He informs me simply.

"Oh, I see." I reply just as simply.

Then the world goes bla

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[kent-whitman.livejournal.com]

I watch as her fingertips run lightly over the lines of my hands, and let her speak without interrupting.

"He's...Lucien's my family. I know you did not like him, but he's been in my life for a decade, and an uncle to Rose and... I have to do right by him. Please Kent, tell me you understand."

I turn my head so I can look down into her eyes. She's grief stricken and beyond exhausted. I do not want her to go out again today. I want her to get cleaned up, and eat something, and rest!...

"I think I do. I... respect the fact that he's been a part of your life." The relief in her eyes is almost instantaneous, and I brush a lock of hair from her face. "But first, I must insist that you clean up and eat something while I tend to your arm." I inform her sternly as I rise and pull her up with me. "And maybe, someday in the future when it does not hurt to talk about, you can tell me a little bit more about Lucien?" I ask softly as I lead her towards the bathroom.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

I can see the conflicting emotions flicker through his eyes, and I think for a moment he doesn't---

"I think I do. I... respect the fact that he's been a part of your life." I want to fling my arms about his neck and kiss him for that, but all I manage is a grateful smile and a squeeze to his hand. I do not argue with him when insists I eat and shower, so I find I am famished and more than a little anxious to get clean. "Yes sir, whatever you say." I murmur with a tired grin as I rise to my feet.

"And maybe, someday in the future when it does not hurt to talk about, you can tell me a little bit more about Lucien?"

Oh, Kent. If you actually mean that... there is hope. I tug at his hand to get him to stop moving. He looks back at me in confusion and I think I am crying again even as I smile up at him.

"Thank you, Kent. For understanding, and for being kind and and and..."

[kent-whitman.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Kent. For understanding, and for being kind and and and..."

Alright, clearly distraught is just simply trying to take care of my wife... ex-wife... Wanda. Yes, many things to be discussed.

"Shhhh, shhhh love. There's no need for tears." I assure her as I take her into my arms and stroke her hair. "Come now, let us get you into the shower and you can tell me how the dragon cut your arm." I kiss the top of her head and walk into the bathroom with her, my arm comfortably looped about her shoulder.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Part of me just wants to stay here and let myself be taken care of, but I have a duty to Lucien yet. Just a short reprieve will be enough, a hour at most. Just long enough to get my wits back about me and the strength to do whatever needs to be done.

"Come now, let us get you into the shower and you can tell me how the dragon cut your arm."

"It was actually a woman from the carnival that turned into a giant Egyptian Dog-God and..." I start, then note the look on his face.

"Or perhaps it's a tale best left for after a few hours sleep." I suggest, and then give myself over to his care.