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.
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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."