[ Those pesky immortals. Always getting the jump on you and forcing you into a therapeutic sleep. Privately she thinks that spending time in the gardens might actually do more for anyone based solely on the fact that they can be a peaceful place if you aren't furiously trying to make sure none of the equipment breaks down and people aren't stealing vegetation. Or pot. ]
Don't look at me like that. I need to be able to concentrate. [ She places one hand on either side of his head and closes her eyes just long enough to be ridiculous and exhales. After about thirty seconds, she cracks one eye open and looks at the wall. ] Is it working?
All right.. [ Briefly he raises one hand in surrender. Ok ok concentrate. AND THEN .. What. Severus makes a noise like he's trying not to laugh, but settles. ]
[ It's a nice change of pace. Things were getting too serious around here. Skirting dangerously close to an overabundance of feelings. Claire sits back on her heels. ]
[ You weirdo. Severus sits up, runs a hand through his hair-- pointlessly, it's never going to look right; he's got about an hour before it starts looking slightly gross, anyway. ]
Still working. [ Her magic headache cure touch. (No, his head still hurts, but it was cute anyway.) He leans forward to kiss her, silent thank-you for ... this, whatever it is. Also because why not. ]
[ Somewhere there are probably people who are proud of her for being a total nerd. Claire is certainly more comfortable this way, speaking in general and of the present in itself. It's much easier to act like a dork when you've arrived at no logical, sustainable conclusion for anything, when you know how things are is just how things are. People die and then don't and people get hurt and everything cycles and recycles. Much easier to just kiss and be kissed for a while, for now, rather than discussing or sorting through questions with obvious answers.
Eventually her alarm is going to go off and eventually (prior to that) she is going to have to remove herself from the situation to let the dogs out and do her own thing. This is nice, though, for now. ]
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Don't look at me like that. I need to be able to concentrate. [ She places one hand on either side of his head and closes her eyes just long enough to be ridiculous and exhales. After about thirty seconds, she cracks one eye open and looks at the wall. ] Is it working?
[ It's not. ]
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.. Completely.
[ Claire, what. ]
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Good. I was a little worried I'd lost my touch.
[ Go see Nuala, Severus. ]
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Still working. [ Her magic headache cure touch. (No, his head still hurts, but it was cute anyway.) He leans forward to kiss her, silent thank-you for ... this, whatever it is. Also because why not. ]
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[ Somewhere there are probably people who are proud of her for being a total nerd. Claire is certainly more comfortable this way, speaking in general and of the present in itself. It's much easier to act like a dork when you've arrived at no logical, sustainable conclusion for anything, when you know how things are is just how things are. People die and then don't and people get hurt and everything cycles and recycles. Much easier to just kiss and be kissed for a while, for now, rather than discussing or sorting through questions with obvious answers.
Eventually her alarm is going to go off and eventually (prior to that) she is going to have to remove herself from the situation to let the dogs out and do her own thing. This is nice, though, for now. ]