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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2010 15:46:26 GMT -5
Riley leaned back with him, sort of just glad that there was someone else who understood. She felt bad that it had to be him, because he didn't deserve it. But it made things more bearable knowing that she wasn't alone.
"I sleep all right about half the time." She bit her tongue and kept it to herself that she seemed to sleep easier with Roland. Somehow, she just knew this would be a bad thing to say. "But sometimes, I still have nightmares. Mostly, they're about the baby, and that worries me."
She just hoped it wasn't some kind of precognicent thing, but none of her other dreams had been, so she figured these wouldn't be either.
"You? Still having the bad dreams, too?"
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Post by Geoffrey Montgomery on Feb 17, 2010 0:15:30 GMT -5
Geoffrey semed to recall that she had once mentioned that she didn't have the nightmares as much when Roland was around, so the fact that she didn't mention it didn't really do any good. He knew it already, and it took every effort he had not to grumble about it. How nice for her that she had someone who could chase the nightmares away. He was nowhere near that stage with Alison... and yet he knew instinctively that she would have done it, if he'd let her.
"Every night," he replied tiredly.
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Post by Riley Neves on Mar 1, 2010 13:23:16 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Riley replied. "I wish I could help."
But if there was some magic cure for those dreams... she would have heard about it ages ago. She knew the normal potions and spells didn't work. Nothing worked. She had nothing she could give him to make all of that go away for him.
"Come on," she said, standing up and holding her hand out to him. "Let's walk some more, okay?"
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Post by Geoffrey Montgomery on Mar 2, 2010 15:44:02 GMT -5
He sighed. “It helps just seeing you. I’m sorry I’m not… well, I’m not in the best mood. But it really is good seeing you. I just… Everything is changing so fast and it’s hard to keep up with. But you’re still my best friend. Even if I’m being kind of a jerk.”
He tried to smile at her as he placed his hand in hers and got to his feet. At this point, he wasn’t sure that anything could make things better except time. Eventually, maybe it would be easier for Geoffrey to accept that Riley was never going to love him. His feelings were all a jumbled mess right now, and he wasn’t sure which way was up. He loved Riley, he loved Alison, he hated Roland, he hated himself… And somehow these all felt like the same thing.
“So far, it’s just the daffodils and tulips that are blooming,” he said, trying to make conversation. “You missed the crocuses, but the first lilies should be come up in a few weeks. You should come by and see them; I know how much you love them.”
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Post by Riley Neves on Mar 16, 2010 13:44:52 GMT -5
"I don't think anyone's been in a good mood, lately. The world's pretty heavy right now. It's okay, though. It will get better." If she said it enough, maybe it would be true.
She knew that the subject change was to benefit the both of them. She just wished it didn't feel like they were shoving an argument back in the closet to ignore for longer. She could feel a rift between them, and just wished it wasn't so difficult.
"I do love when the lilies bloom. You guys always plant the most beautiful flowers. Let me know when they bloom... I'll come by again. And of course I'll stop by before then, too."
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Post by Geoffrey Montgomery on Mar 17, 2010 13:26:57 GMT -5
Geoffrey could have commented that Roland seemed to be in a pretty good mood lately. How could he not be? He had got everything he wanted. He had Riley, and he got to come back and be celebrated as a hero. But even as angry as Geoffrey was at his cousin, he still knew that was an unfair criticism. Roland didn’t really want to be seen as a hero, even though it seemed that way sometimes. All he had wanted was for his family to be safe, and he was willing to do anything to make sure that happened. Unfortunately, that kind of selflessness was hard to hate—which made Geoffrey hate him even more.
Instead, he managed a smile. “I know you’re right,” he said. “Things have to get better. That’s what Mum always used to tell me—Life can be rough sometimes, but no matter how bad things get, they always get better. Of course… that theory held a lot more water when I was 12 and worried about doing badly on a test.”
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