SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

[yourkeepers]

[For all your kissing needs.]

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[crabhammer]

He stares at her for a moment, surprised enough that it worked – and also busy enough involuntarily noting that she is quite pretty – that it takes a moment for him to actually register what she said.

"... It was Mason," he says, "he was trying to keep everyone quiet but he couldn't deal with the screaming conflagration orgy so he gave up and told us how to wake everyone up..." He flushes red a little, although there's not as much cheek to flush red as there could be, and adds urgently, "But he confiscated the hearth, and that sword jackass I guess, I don't know where he put them."

[justbeclaws]

"He what?!" All thoughts of wondering what that facial expression is supposed to mean go out the window, and she jumps to her feet, glaring at the ceiling. "Give them back, you self-imporrtant pile of brricks and morrtarr! You'rre not THEIRR lusus eitherr!" There's a vicious jab of satisfaction at being able to find the word this time, not least because Mason seemed pleased when she hadn't.

[crabhammer]

"That's what I fucking told him," he says dejectedly. "He won't listen, I yelled at him for ages, I said I'd take care of him if he wanted and he just didn't want to know about it." He droops, and mutters, very quietly, "Jackass."

[justbeclaws]

"If you want cooperration, you arren't making a verry good starrt! I'm cerrtainly not listening to you until you apologize!" she says to the arches. Then she proceeds to ignore Mason (as best she can, considering that he's the entire house) and focuses on the crabperson. She pats him on the shoulder. "You did everrything you could. We'll get him back."

[crabhammer]

"We'd fucking better," he mutters, hunching his shoulders a little. He frowns up at the ceiling – and then at her, sort of curious.

"...The hell is a 'lusus', anyway?"

[justbeclaws]

"It's the crreaturre that takes carre of you!" she says, still flush with new memory. "Orr, the crreaturre that took carre of me, anyway. But I feel like it was norrmal. She was big and white and sleek and she taught me all about hunting!" She misses her lusus. She's pretty sure that's normal.

[crabhammer]

"... Oh," he says, eyes widening. "I – I remembered one of those. He was big and white as well." He looks down at his own hands, for a second, his brow starting to furrow, and then back at her. "... He protected me."

[justbeclaws]

"...Yeah. Mine too. She was rreally bossy sometimes. So when we firrst woke up, and Mason was all nagging, it - can something rremind you of someone you don't rrememberr? Only I couldn't find the worrd." She has a reasonable certainty that the gesture she makes in the general direction of the wall is rude. "But now I can, no matterr what you want!"