The past is present [rp for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Nov. 5th, 2008 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aesthetic_mojoCharlotte slept wrapped so tightly around John she wasn’t sure where she left off and he started. She didn’t remember being so tired, not since the first days on her own. That sense that everything could come down around her ears was the same, too. Her dreams were disjointed, filled with images of her childhood home and their flat in New York.
When they both woke at dawn, Charlotte didn’t let John stay up. He didn’t look much better after sleep than he had when they went to sleep. With firm kisses she informed him that if she saw him again before noon, she’d kick his ass back to bed. She was stunned when he went without complaint, both kittens following obediently behind him.
She knew she should go with him, but instead she went to find her computer and make a stab at keeping up with her business. What she ended up doing, instead, was having a long overdue chat with Eothian. What happened next she chalked up to too little sleep and too much worry.
After talking to Eothian’s mysterious friend, she sat with her head on her arms for a long time, absolutely and completely undone by the fact that she’d done something so outlandish. Finally she lifted her head and went looking for a shovel picture as some small bit of penance.
When they both woke at dawn, Charlotte didn’t let John stay up. He didn’t look much better after sleep than he had when they went to sleep. With firm kisses she informed him that if she saw him again before noon, she’d kick his ass back to bed. She was stunned when he went without complaint, both kittens following obediently behind him.
She knew she should go with him, but instead she went to find her computer and make a stab at keeping up with her business. What she ended up doing, instead, was having a long overdue chat with Eothian. What happened next she chalked up to too little sleep and too much worry.
After talking to Eothian’s mysterious friend, she sat with her head on her arms for a long time, absolutely and completely undone by the fact that she’d done something so outlandish. Finally she lifted her head and went looking for a shovel picture as some small bit of penance.
