LYDIA MARTIN

[wantadistraction]

"You know what to do."

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[wantadistraction]

[ It's quite a surprise for Lydia to find another delivery on her doorstep so soon after the last one but even more so since this one is alive. At first, she isn't sure what to think until she reads the little book after the note and starts to put together the pieces why she has received such a gift.

After that, it is the process of getting Celeste set up in the house while introducing large dog to a small kitten. Which proves to be interesting but still easier due to the fact that she has a telepathic link to Mia and Celeste is tele-empathic.

Still, it's nearing suppertime when 'the funny looking man' gets a text message followed by a picture of Mia curled up on her bed and Celeste tucked in against her, both sleeping. ]

Celeste would like you to know that she is settling in quite well and I would like you to know that you're very sweet. How did you even find her?

[greatswellofpity]

[Charles is just starting to think about dinner when he gets the text and smiles, seeing who it's from--and the photo that accompanies it.]

How darling! I knew Mia would enjoy her--only children can get lonely.

I found a shop in the merchant dome. I wanted to do something for both you and Elle Feynman with all this prophetic nonsense about. I saw these little angels, and I picked up one for each of you.

Between you and I, however, I feel I gave you the prettier one.

[wantadistraction]

You should have gotten one for yourself, Charles, but thank you. She's very sweet and I can see why you picked her out for me.

Also, you have to say that. :p

[greatswellofpity]

Oh, hardly. I sleep fine.

[...when he sleeps, mind you...]

I have to say that, do I? And why is that, pray tell?

[wantadistraction]

I'm sure you do. When you actually sleep, right?

[ Spooky, it's almost like she knows... ]

I suppose you could be running around flirting with other people telling them that you're thinking of them at night.

[greatswellofpity]

When I do actually sleep, yes.

[SO SPOOPY.]

Darling, if you're going to have my bollocks, do it properly: ONLY thinking of them at night.

Nothing else. No dreams, no worries...just the touch of a hand, the curve of a smile, the laugh of a Siren.

The world does not exist beyond that.

[wantadistraction]

Sometimes you manage the impossible and leave me a bit speechless. In a good way.

[greatswellofpity]

You flatter me, darling.

And I still say, with an absolute lack of romantic bias, I gave you the prettier of the kittens.