#day 046

[w0-2013-365]

046/26

watching tv ("the nanny")

[babbleandtea]

Day 046: Curious

“Incoming,” Gavin groaned, rolling to the other side of the bed. You grumbled at the lack of his arms around you. Before you could reach for him again, something landed on your chest. Your eyes shot awake. 

“Good morninggggg,” Caelum sang, then giggled. You mumbled a ‘morning’ back to him as you wiped away the sleep from your eyes. His happiness and bubbly demeanor was always so infectious. No matter how tired you were, Caelum always managed to put a smile on your face. You stretched as he started off his usual chorus of thoughts and questions. 

He suddenly halted as he leaned forward to look at something on your neck. You were confused until he started asking more questions, “What are those? Did you hurt yourself? Are you okay? How did you manage to hurt yourself so many times? It looks painful, does it hurt? Why is your face going red?” You looked away from the pink daemon, unsure how to answer his burning question. 

Gavin’s laughter came from the other side of the bed. You glared at him as he smirked back at you, knowing exactly what those marks were, “Yes Freelancer, do tell us what happened.”

[formuladone]

Driver Every Day 2020 - 046//366 ∟ Day 046 - Antonio  G i o v i n a z z i

[soundofez]

sufficiency: entitlement

“I got Crona back from the moon,” Maka snarls. If Soul’s hand did not rest on her shoulder, she might have flung herself at her god.

“So you did,” Death (formerly the Kid) agrees, unruffled. “Still, I’m not willing to let them out of my or my weapons’ sight.”

“Soul is a Death Scythe,” Maka points out. “Death Scythes are yours by right. Why do Liz and Patty need to be involved?”

Death shakes his head. His eyes linger on Soul, and on how his hand tightened on Maka’s shoulder. “You may think you have the Black Blood under control, Maka, but do you really want to risk Soul going mad?”

“He won’t,” Maka says immediately, propelled by unthinking faith in her partner.

“Maka,” Soul says softly.

“You won’t!”

He bows his head. “Trust Kid on this one, okay?”

“The last time Crona was left to herself, she was vulnerable,” Maka argues. “We can stop that! We can help her!”

“Maka.” Death’s voice carries a note of finality. “Crona, child of the witch Medusa and host to both Black Blood and Asura, will stay with me. I will take care of them.”

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[w0-2013-365]

046/365

lunch.

[narratrice]

project 365 : storytelling : day 046

A lot of readers I know tend to find the coziest little places to hide and read. Some are simple, like upside down in the papasan chair or the sofa by the fire. Some call for a bit of burrowing, tucking yourself under the desk with a flashlight and pillow. Some require a bit of balance, finesse, patience, and strength to attain, like the perfect tree branch.

And if tight, small, and tough to be found isn't their thing? They're probably cuddled up under a blanket or draped in a shaded hammock, still as comfortable as they can possibly be.

[narratrice]

project 365 : storytelling : day 046