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estiroseI hate totally random muses. Why do I get random muses?
She leans against the headboard, *his* headboard, and sighs deeply, her hand unconsciously resting against her stomach. Outside, she can hear an eagle screech, another eagle answer, and she knows that she can't escape them for long. She can't avoid *him*, either, but at least she can talk to him. Somewhat.
At some point she should shower, make herself presentable. But what's the point? She's tired, she hurts like hell all over, and at some point the battle is going to be more than she can take. It feels better to relax, to laze, though every Ranger instinct and military training says she should get up. Exercise. It's not going to do herself or the baby or the world any good if she gets out of shape.
But she can't get the energy to do so. Maybe it was the fight last night. Maybe it was after... when she came home and vented her frustrations with him, just like she seemed to do every other battle. Maybe she needs him.
Nah.
The door opens. "Breakfast?" he asks, and she finds herself automatically getting out of bed.
Maybe he's good for some things after all.
She leans against the headboard, *his* headboard, and sighs deeply, her hand unconsciously resting against her stomach. Outside, she can hear an eagle screech, another eagle answer, and she knows that she can't escape them for long. She can't avoid *him*, either, but at least she can talk to him. Somewhat.
At some point she should shower, make herself presentable. But what's the point? She's tired, she hurts like hell all over, and at some point the battle is going to be more than she can take. It feels better to relax, to laze, though every Ranger instinct and military training says she should get up. Exercise. It's not going to do herself or the baby or the world any good if she gets out of shape.
But she can't get the energy to do so. Maybe it was the fight last night. Maybe it was after... when she came home and vented her frustrations with him, just like she seemed to do every other battle. Maybe she needs him.
Nah.
The door opens. "Breakfast?" he asks, and she finds herself automatically getting out of bed.
Maybe he's good for some things after all.
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Date: 2004-03-17 05:06 am (UTC)