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When; May 4, 2008
Rating; PG-13 (I always go with this to be safe)
Characters; Waverly and Mat
Summary; Waverly returns from her errands to a hung over Mat. (The muns aren't quite sure how this is going to go. Hell, the muses aren't sure how it's going to go.)
Log;

She wasn't trying to hide anything. It was probably the twelfth time she'd told herself this. It was a complete lie. She knew she was hiding as much as she could. The words had slipped out without her even thinking. Being forced, it was something that was a natural unpleasantness by now. Or had been.

All the forced companions and wandering hands had stopped many years ago. None of that had occurred since she left that life and betrayed everyone. Rachel, she'd probably ruined Rachael's life. Who knew what her father had done to her. She tried not to think about what had happened to those she left at home, but sometimes it crossed her mind. Sometimes in the dreams ...

She pushed open the door, her sleeves looking horribly dingy as well as the rest of her. Hair scattered out of her ponytail and face darkened by unidentifiable dirt. It had been a long day, and she didn't expect it to be over. Not after what she had said. She picked the door closed with her foot and set what she carried down, resting her body against the door to take in a few calming breaths.

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[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"I would rather water to the face." She knew he was contemplating it too.

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"I've had that one done to me. Not a pleasant experience." And the thought of tickling her awake was very tempting. Very tempting.

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

She'd bet it was. "I've never, but I've heard it isn't something I'd want done."

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"It's a bloody unpleasant way of waking up." He remembered his sisters doing it to him... "You do not want to wake up like that."

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"I don't want to die of tickles either." Oh the fake whining.

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

My the ceiling was fascinating. "No one said you would die."

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"You say that now, but once I'm dead you'll say something completely different."

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

He looked down at her hopefully. "Thank the Light that the City brings the dead back?"

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"I should hope so. Otherwise you'd have to use the coffin."

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not." And that was the plain and simple truth.

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"Good. It happens to be much more efficient as a coffee table."

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"I can agree with that. Let's keep it that way."

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"Agreed." She moved her fingers to try and retaliate, poking him in the sides.

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

His grin returned and he stayed right where he was. "You know, when you have two sisters who love to torment you you outgrow some things."

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"Oh bah!" She smacked him firmly in the chest.

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

He laughed and turned his head to kiss her. "Sorry about that."

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I'll have to find another form of torture then."

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to." He gave her a hopeful smile even though he knew it wouldn't work.

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

"And allow you to have the upper hand?" A brow rose and she gave him a plainly flat look. "Not hardly."

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"I was afraid of that." He sighed and kissed her again.

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

She just laughed at him. "At least I haven't a spear, but you need a shower and something to eat."

[bloodygoodluck.livejournal.com]

"Alright, alright." He rose and placed her on the couch where he had been sitting. "I'll shower then eat."

[ooc: And things have pretty much come to an end, yes?]

[light-lost.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Yes.]