Allie Pennington {Arthur Pendragon} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rexque_futurus) wrote2013-12-15 06:03 pm
rexque_futurus) wrote2013-12-15 06:03 pm
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As a representation of her mind, the setting does not bode well. Modern decor clashes with furnishings from her time at Camelot, and textures and colors just... flake off here and there. It's an absolute wonder that a mind this confused is able to call out for help at all, ancient magic and prophecy tying them together or not.
(She remembers... eating in the caf, trying to juggle a ham sandwich and about thirty pages of reading due in an hour. She turned away for a moment to dig something out of her bag, and then... really sick, dizzy and confused and exhausted. Then she was standing, and she reached for her phone - )
"Miles?"
She's still holding it, actually, except everything's changed around her, and she's not sure when that happened.
(She remembers... eating in the caf, trying to juggle a ham sandwich and about thirty pages of reading due in an hour. She turned away for a moment to dig something out of her bag, and then... really sick, dizzy and confused and exhausted. Then she was standing, and she reached for her phone - )
"Miles?"
She's still holding it, actually, except everything's changed around her, and she's not sure when that happened.
oh god allie stop trying to think about it until you're at least 80% okay.
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She feels vaguely like she should offer to make it up to him for getting confused and sort-of mistaking him for himself.
After a concerted effort, Allie manages to flop her hands over her face, partly to cover up any shame and/or confusion and partly because the light's starting to hurt her eyes. "I do not feel like I'm using this body right."
(She means she feels weird and disconnected and make it stop.)
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"That ought to help you out without the man putting more drugs into your body," he muttered. "Now why don't you start at the part where you make sense?"
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She'd really like to just go back to sleep now. That would be so nice. "Can we start over again?"
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"Yeah, especially the part where you kissed older me?" He asked, still incredulous about it.
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She winces.
"It's complicated?"
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"Try again." Because there was no way he could be in two places at once. Right?
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She tries to sink, slowly, underneath the bedcovers until she doesn't have to look at him anymore.
"Multiple times?"
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He was being calm. He was being really calm about it. "How did you summon the first time? And why did you do it more than once? Allie, I'm always a text away."
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And if only her eyes are showing over that blanket, then he can't see the blush that's finally starting to give her face some color again, right?
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Oh he sees it all right. "Allie. What did you DO?" Still being calm even though he's about to break something with his grip. He'd remember if something like that happened, right? Plus he had been steady with Vanessa for a year.
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Now she's just... hiding under the blanket. God, what an amazing king she is. "Can we talk about this later?"
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"Allie..." He's frustrated. What the hell? He thought they lest behind dodging questions in high school. He yanks the blanket down a little and gave his best stern look.
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And maybe it's kind of low to use convalescence to slip out of this conversation right now, but it's also really true. His spell may be keeping her head clear, but the rest of her body is not doing so great.
"Please? Later?"
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Fine. She can win this time but he's not going anywhere. He planted himself in that chair and stared her down. "Soon."