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May 26, 2015 0:55:15 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 0:55:15 GMT
She slammed her hand down upon the dressing table, her palm thudding against the dark wood in a quick, muted noise. The sharpness of the action surprised her, but she concealed it with a frown. "All of this was your choice, Lizzie, so don't give me that."
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May 26, 2015 0:59:53 GMT
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Post by Copper on May 26, 2015 0:59:53 GMT
Maybe so, but I'm allowed to have regrets! Why do you have to do this? You always do it! Could you take a break from making everything about you, for once?
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May 26, 2015 1:02:39 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 1:02:39 GMT
"'m tired," she said coolly, taking the book in her hands again as if to close it. "Doctor said I need rest."
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May 26, 2015 1:05:58 GMT
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Post by Copper on May 26, 2015 1:05:58 GMT
Close me up. I dare you. If you do, I swear on my own grave that I will never speak to you in this book again.
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May 26, 2015 1:07:07 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 1:07:07 GMT
A bitter smile twisted her lips, and she shook her head. "You haven't changed at all, have you, Elizabeth?"
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May 26, 2015 1:08:25 GMT
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Post by Copper on May 26, 2015 1:08:25 GMT
You haven't either. Not even a little.
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May 26, 2015 1:11:13 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 1:11:13 GMT
She didn't know what to say to that. "'m tired," she repeated instead. "Do I need your permission to go to sleep?"
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May 26, 2015 1:12:13 GMT
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Post by Copper on May 26, 2015 1:12:13 GMT
You're acting like a child and you know it.
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May 26, 2015 1:16:08 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 1:16:08 GMT
"I had my skull drilled open today. I think 'm entitled to some emotional leeway."
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Post by Copper on May 26, 2015 1:19:12 GMT
Yeah, yeah. Just get to sleep. For someone who's so tired, you talk an awful lot.
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May 26, 2015 1:22:47 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 1:22:47 GMT
Tessa placed the book down on her bedside table, fuming silently to herself. There was too much going on in her brain, and the irony of the notion hadn't failed to escape her. Deciding to think about it later instead, she clambered clumsily into bed and rested her head down against the pillow. The sutures scraped against the cotton as she turned her head, eliciting a hiss of discomfort.
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Elizabeth watched from her position on the nightstand in silence. She found that her presence could extend to a small area above the book's pages, which was fortunate. As long as the book was open, she had a clear view.
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May 26, 2015 9:07:14 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 9:07:14 GMT
She lay in silence for a while before she managed to sleep, back turned to the book. It was strange how she could feel Elizabeth's presence watching her.
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Alfred, downstairs, looked up at a sharp knock on the door. "Should be Will and June," he mumbled, stepping around the kitchen to open it.
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May 26, 2015 11:57:20 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 11:57:20 GMT
Izzy nodded, placing down the cloth she was holding and edging closer to the door as her husband went to open it.
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Post by Copper on May 26, 2015 12:23:36 GMT
Instead of June at the door, Rafael Montoya was standing there, a large box in his arms. "¡Hola! Sorry for dropping in so unexpectedly. We have presents."
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May 26, 2015 12:26:34 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 12:26:34 GMT
Lyra stood beside him, and immediately went to pull Alfred and Izzy into a hug as she entered. "We're so glad it went well. How's Tessa now?"
Izzy looked somewhat flustered by the arrival, and looked to Alfred to answer.
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Post by Copper on May 26, 2015 12:33:28 GMT
"She's asleep at the moment," Alfred replied quietly, taking he box. "The doctors said that everything went well. They're talking about taking her off of chemotherapy."
Rafael sighed, placing his hand on Izzy's shoulder. "This must all be very difficult for you."
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May 26, 2015 12:36:34 GMT
Post by Dawnmist on May 26, 2015 12:36:34 GMT
Izzy offered him a small smile. "There's a lot going on at the moment. It's just a relief that she's okay, and the doctors are very positive about her recovery."
"That's good," Lyra tilted her head. "So Muggles aren't half bad with medicine after all."
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"I'd prefer it if St. Mungo's could start innovating in cancer treatment," Alfred admitted, putting the box down. "What did you even put in this thing?"
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