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ѕtíllmαn ([personal profile] retributes) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs 2019-01-23 03:22 am (UTC)

Ain’t no one else important than you gosh 🤦🏼‍♀️

Walking in on him pulling his shirt down over his head, Lucy gives him a brief look. This is nothing compared to what she’s seen already while sorting through Desmond’s Animus catalogued hours. It really feels strange that he’s there in the flesh, breathing, alive, talking to her. So strange. While she was away in her room she’d taken a chance to change her top, pulling on something a little heavier, long sleeved, something she’d dug up in the storeroom. Wrapped over her shoulders is her blanket off her bed but she moves forward and hands him the other blanket. The blanket from Connor’s old room.

“Here. Extra warmth. Wrap up and stay by the fire.” Lucy was moving to the kitchen. “I have some stew that’s probably still warm from earlier.” Earlier when she’d eaten, before going out to the inn and fountain area.

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