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kitchen_maid) wrote2012-08-11 09:00 pm
kitchen_maid) wrote2012-08-11 09:00 pm
Firgures Up Ahead Moving Through the Trees
Amy knew when she married Perry that she was never going to have what you might call a surfeit of privacy.
On the other hand, this is the first time since she was a very small girl that she's tried to fall asleep with an audience keeping watch over her.
There's a faint sliver of light through the doorway that Amy keeps opening her eyes to watch. X, Parker, Meg, Scorpius, and Bruce are in the breakfast room, just on the other side of the ever-so-slightly ajar door. ("You do not have to worry. I will hear you," X had said, when Amy had expressed surprise at how little the door is open. "Heartbeats are difficult to muffle. It is okay.")
Amy rolls onto her other side, which at least means that she can't see the light through the doorway.
On the other hand, she can now see the side of the bed where her husband isn't. Perry has removed himself to the seventy-third best bedroom. He would much prefer to be here, but he found it quite impossible to refute the logic of Parker and X.
"Helloooo, you're the King," Parker had said.
X had been slightly more diplomatic. "We will bring her back. You know I do not lie. And people will need to know where to find you. If there is an emergency. While we are gone."
Perry probably isn't sleeping any better than she is, Amy supposes. On the other hand, Perry probably isn't even trying to sleep.
Amy sticks her head under the pillow, but there's not enough air.
She rolls over again, takes a deep breath, and starts counting backwards from one hundred.
Come on, Amethyst. Just fall asleep.
On the other hand, this is the first time since she was a very small girl that she's tried to fall asleep with an audience keeping watch over her.
There's a faint sliver of light through the doorway that Amy keeps opening her eyes to watch. X, Parker, Meg, Scorpius, and Bruce are in the breakfast room, just on the other side of the ever-so-slightly ajar door. ("You do not have to worry. I will hear you," X had said, when Amy had expressed surprise at how little the door is open. "Heartbeats are difficult to muffle. It is okay.")
Amy rolls onto her other side, which at least means that she can't see the light through the doorway.
On the other hand, she can now see the side of the bed where her husband isn't. Perry has removed himself to the seventy-third best bedroom. He would much prefer to be here, but he found it quite impossible to refute the logic of Parker and X.
"Helloooo, you're the King," Parker had said.
X had been slightly more diplomatic. "We will bring her back. You know I do not lie. And people will need to know where to find you. If there is an emergency. While we are gone."
Perry probably isn't sleeping any better than she is, Amy supposes. On the other hand, Perry probably isn't even trying to sleep.
Amy sticks her head under the pillow, but there's not enough air.
She rolls over again, takes a deep breath, and starts counting backwards from one hundred.
Come on, Amethyst. Just fall asleep.
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Just to check.
"Or bleeding."
Beat.
"I do not think we will need to slow down."
The sudden increase in her speed indicates that the opposite of slowing down would be much preferred.
At least until Amy is in sight again.