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fandomhighdorms2009-07-31 11:02 am
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3rd Floor Common Room - Friday after classes - 7/30
Liir was baking.
More than that, he was baking out of necessity, the cloying chocolate hazelnut scent the only thing that seemed to be able to keep the memories of last night away. Lulu, Miss Lulu... while on the surface, he knew, the actions he'd taken had seemed kind, even gentlemanly, he had been inside that mind, he had seen why that creature was doing what it was doing.
He'd been sick in the bathroom when he woke up this morning.
And now the cookies, her cookies, the first sweet treats he'd learned to make with her. The scent practically summoned her presence into the room, kept away the nightmare, reminded him that she was well and whole and real and fine and that he had done no such thing to her. Tray upon tray upon tray of hazelnut chocolate cookies; Makejoy sat, as always, just outside the kitchen watching, but it was obvious the dog was concerned. And she was right to be.
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More than that, he was baking out of necessity, the cloying chocolate hazelnut scent the only thing that seemed to be able to keep the memories of last night away. Lulu, Miss Lulu... while on the surface, he knew, the actions he'd taken had seemed kind, even gentlemanly, he had been inside that mind, he had seen why that creature was doing what it was doing.
He'd been sick in the bathroom when he woke up this morning.
And now the cookies, her cookies, the first sweet treats he'd learned to make with her. The scent practically summoned her presence into the room, kept away the nightmare, reminded him that she was well and whole and real and fine and that he had done no such thing to her. Tray upon tray upon tray of hazelnut chocolate cookies; Makejoy sat, as always, just outside the kitchen watching, but it was obvious the dog was concerned. And she was right to be.
[open as a common room]