Appointment Post

[whatdeheckisdat]

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Action, March 19

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[Action, August 1st]

[sherpahat.livejournal.com]

[Continued from here (http://lucetilogs.livejournal.com/252139.html?thread=41639403#t41639403). But he nods, somberly]

Yeah, pretty much. Not a lot of kids, so not a lot of sign up.

Action, We never did decide when!

[lostinmyway]

[With no further delay, Grune and Dhaos make their way out of the Hall of Personas; once they leave, Grune looks about, blinking at the change in light. Now which way was the exit, again?]

Action, September 18

[lostinmyway]

[Another day, another visit to Dhaos! It's been a while since she last brought him something to eat (or has it?), and she has something very important she needs to do with him.

Humming cheerfully, Grune puts away the food she's brought into his fridge, then...forgets her picnic basket in the kitchen and wanders over to knock at his apartment door.]

[Action, November 30]

[lostinmyway]

[OOC: Continued from here!]

Hmm.... I thought it would be a nice thing to do.

[She doesn't usually make doughnuts, but for some reason, she just...felt like it.]

[Action, December 1]

[lostinmyway]

[OOC: Continued from here!]

When the dance ends, Grune almost doesn't notice. Her feet come to a stop, but she still looks up at him. One hand still rests on his shoulder and she doesn't let go of his hand with the other.

"Thank you," she says simply. "I'm glad we could dance together."

Action, June 5

[lostinmyway]

[As with everything else in her life, Grune is slow to wake up. She enjoys that drifty feeling that gradually slipping from dreaming to waking gives her. She likes thinking about all the wonderful things her day will hold, and she likes letting her thoughts drift as they will.

It takes her some time to realize that this morning is different, and her mind chases down those differences only one at a time. Her bed doesn't feel like this. She isn't alone. There's someone asleep beside her, and it's....

She opens her eyes and sits up.

Dhaos is the one asleep beside her, his face soft with dreams and his curls spread out and tangled around him. She doesn't know why he's there, and she can't stop looking at him, and seeing him like this makes her heart beat so hard.

Why is he here? Why is he in her bed?

...But it isn't her bed. It's his.

And now she remembers.

They'd thought they were married again. Just like the last time. They had been happy together again and had loved each other again, but it hadn't been true.

And now she remembers more.

She can't stay here. The last time, Dhaos had been so upset. She can't let him find her here, or he'll be upset again. She won't let that happen, because--she loves him. And she never wants him to be sad.

With all the care she can give, she pulls back the sheets. She steps out of bed. And as softly as she possibly can, on bare feet, she begins walking to the door.]