002~ To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Rawr, darned fighting- Emilia has lived among soldiers for all of her married life and a few brief spots outside of that but she still doesn't much like being woken up in the middle of the night by people trying to stab each other. It's really quite annoying- as is having to walk all the way down from where she was sleeping.

So! There is a grumpy Emilia standing on the Plane and looking rather sleepy; a thick robe is thrown on over her night clothes but she still looks a bit cold. Perhaps because she is actually choosing to stare at the snow]

...'Twould appear that curses still haunt, and the cold dost still taunt, on this heavenly night of coldest strife.

[A pause and then she yawns and starts grumbling to herself]

Oh, man! 'Tis fit that they stab and scream, wake us from our slumbered dream. They dost not think of cultured thing; or their beloved ring. Nay, 'tis only the coldest fight- they doth understand little else of harmony but they doth brutalize that little grasp. Not a soldier’s lot, nor a reasoned lot but a lot of devils and flesh.

[Another pause and another yawn; then she settles her cloak around her more firmly and gives the snow a glare- for obviously it is the source of all her woes, obviously]

...The freeze reflects the change. 'Twould better if folk touched frost.

[OOC: Canon update to the end of act 2~; so she's currently just been awoken from a fairly nice sleep by a bit of fighting and isn't that happy about it.]

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[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Aye, I am in your debt for't.

[She gives him a happy, sleepy little smile and curls up- falling asleep fairly quickly and probably staying asleep for about two hours. Not really expecting him to be there when she wakes up (though she shall be pleasantly surprised if he is!)]

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[but he is there, though he has moved chairs and is sketching idly in the margins of a book where he sits]

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[So she awakes! Stirring lightly for a few seconds before her eyes open and blink out at the world; for a moment or so she looks very young and quite confused; then she blinks once more and her armour comes up. After a few more seconds she shifts to a sitting position... Only to immediately start as she sees Sebastian]

Zounds! [Aaaand then she realises that she looks a fool and forces herself to breath] ...Thee dost remain.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[looking up from his doodling] Why, yes. Of course. I said I would.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

...I didst not expect this kindness.

[She pauses for a second to smooth out his sheet and then looks up; a smile on her face in a rather pleased sort of way]

Thou art very blessed; wouldst thou like your token return'd?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Only if you're sure you're done with it.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Aye, I dost not need much dreaming- 'tis yours by right.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

If you're very sure. If you need it again, don't hesitate to ask. [Sebastian does take the blanket, but instead of returning it, he wraps himself up in it and sits beside her]

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She, again, gives him a surprised glance but then smiles and edges a little along to give him more room] I wouldst not bother you with it- I have tolerated worse in time.

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

There's no need to repeat that tolerance.