Allie Pennington {Arthur Pendragon} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rexque_futurus) wrote2013-12-16 05:34 pm
rexque_futurus) wrote2013-12-16 05:34 pm
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Luckily for her, Allie has an actual, legitimate medical excuse for not talking to Miles about That Thing for at least a day, like the fact that she's barely conscious for most of them. She still feels kind of sick and exhausted, but better. The police told her there's not much they can do to find out who slipped a drug in her meal, but the Order's working on it.
In the meantime, Jen's basically redecorated her hospital room with more comfortable blankets and pillows and something like a hundred bouquets of flowers, having dragged along a few of her knights as muscle for setting things up. It takes an hour before Jen finally decides she's settled in enough to leave her alone, and even then, she knows that there's a few more Order members than usual keeping an eye on her hospital room.
She has a conversation to deal with, though, and she hugs her legs to her chest when Miles approaches. "Hey."
In the meantime, Jen's basically redecorated her hospital room with more comfortable blankets and pillows and something like a hundred bouquets of flowers, having dragged along a few of her knights as muscle for setting things up. It takes an hour before Jen finally decides she's settled in enough to leave her alone, and even then, she knows that there's a few more Order members than usual keeping an eye on her hospital room.
She has a conversation to deal with, though, and she hugs her legs to her chest when Miles approaches. "Hey."
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"You said it wasn't me like me now."
And he heard that incubi could trick even the most normal people. What she said kind of got him thinking though: was it his destiny to be with Allie like that?
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She totally understands this, okay. And she did not fall for an incubus.
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"But that's what I'm saying, are you sure it's me, though?"
That was...kind of a hard pill to swallow. Maybe this wasn't the right time to talk about it after all. Miles just held his friend, trying ot think of the best way to go about all of it.
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Miles, wisely, kept quiet after that and just held her.
"So how long are you incarcerated in here for? Should I work my magic and sweet talk the ladies to let you go home early?"
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And the bubble of annoyance that had been growing in her chest deflates, settling back into tiredness. "I don't know. I could probably go home now if I keep taking what they tell me to, but the Order's kinda against that." Worrywarts.
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He nodded and let her lay down again. "Yeah, I'll see what I can do. Just..." He shuffled out as quickly as he could.