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She'd woken up that morning and for a while had been content to simply lay under the covers, curled against the comforting, familiar warmth of Kaworu's body. He'd remembered - finally remember - the other night. He'd been shaken by it, she knew that much. She'd been there, though. Despite his pain, she'd felt a sense of joy to see him finally becoming the Kaworu she knew rather than the distant, odd one who'd come back to her. It was strange, it was different, it was a bit difficult, but she'd managed.
However, despite her want to stay in bed, things had to get done, even if the weather was crummy. It was supposed to be their six-month anniversary today, but the weather had nixed any plans they might've had on going out. Instead she'd puttered around the kitchenette for a bit, fed Socrates (and gotten a slightly annoyed, "You're late" look in way of thanks) and begin fixing some tea and toast for breakfast, when she noticed the thin red line wrapped around her finger. She'd blinked at it for a moment. It looked like a piece of string was twined around her finger and was pointing in the direction of her room, before it faded an inch or two away.
Curiously, she gave it tug, ignoring the howling of the wind and weather outside her window. She had light and heat and the apartment seemed cozy enough. For now, this string fascinated her. She tugged on it again experimentally. What was this?
However, despite her want to stay in bed, things had to get done, even if the weather was crummy. It was supposed to be their six-month anniversary today, but the weather had nixed any plans they might've had on going out. Instead she'd puttered around the kitchenette for a bit, fed Socrates (and gotten a slightly annoyed, "You're late" look in way of thanks) and begin fixing some tea and toast for breakfast, when she noticed the thin red line wrapped around her finger. She'd blinked at it for a moment. It looked like a piece of string was twined around her finger and was pointing in the direction of her room, before it faded an inch or two away.
Curiously, she gave it tug, ignoring the howling of the wind and weather outside her window. She had light and heat and the apartment seemed cozy enough. For now, this string fascinated her. She tugged on it again experimentally. What was this?
