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smallestopenerIngress had a brilliant birthday. She’s eleven. Eleven is nearly grown up! It’s also the year when children in the stories she’s read come into their own. Adventures begin, schooling starts, worlds are saved… she can hardly wait to see what will happen next.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
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Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:13 am (UTC)"I think what Crowley means, my dear," he says, turning his attention to Ingress once more, "is that you may be small, but you are mighty."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:20 am (UTC)The wine is more purple than it was before. And there are sparkles in.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:36 am (UTC)There's a flash of colour, bright against the black of Crowley's sleeve and his pale, sallow skin. At his wrist, strung on a plain leather thong (starting to show signs of wear, now, lightly cracked and slightly frayed), is a small rose, carved of the clearest apple-green jade.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:45 am (UTC)"There are roses everywhere. Tom says they sing, sometimes. Or one does."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 04:26 am (UTC)"That sort of inspiration turns up in the oddest places, sometimes."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 04:31 am (UTC)Ingress laughs and clinks her glass against Crowley's. Black glitter filters down, mingling with the silver as it drifts to the table.
None gets into the wine.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 04:47 am (UTC)"You'll have to come tell me what it's like."
If you had to choose, you'd say he was speaking to Ingress.
Probably.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-20 02:44 am (UTC)She beams at both of them.
"And I'll tell you."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 02:53 am (UTC)Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 03:06 am (UTC)Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 03:11 am (UTC)His eyes are on his wineglass, as he turns it lazily in the light; the sun glints off the rim, and fails to penetrate the deepdark liquid.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 03:23 am (UTC)The big purple one wobbles by the window and winks.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 03:31 am (UTC)(Nobody did, but this is a dream.)
The wine seeps blackly against the glass, glitter-free; leaves a deep red leg; curves away towards the other side.
"Dancing to the beat of your own tune, sort of thing."
After all, just because something's written doesn't mean it isn't written differently somewhere else, where other people can't read it. In bigger letters.
Underlined.
Twice.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 04:02 am (UTC)It doesn't frighten her. Blood is blood.
"I have to know some of the steps, but I can make up more on my own."
Her melange of fighting skills will one day amaze many in Haven.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 04:27 am (UTC)"Then I look forward to seeing what you come up with, my dear. You've found a very strong foundation for all sorts of things."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-21 04:33 am (UTC)She asked Door what 'ethereals' meant, once, a long time ago.