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It had been a long couple months and while Daisy Adair is so very good at denial, there's this one little time that she can't ignore it and that's the wee hours of night when her mind shuts off and her subconscious flickers images through her mind. With Mason disappearing, with Ray showing up, with soldiers left and right, she feels raw right to the core.

If she'd thought it was bad before with her inability to sleep, well, boy howdy, is it worse now more than ever. After hours of tossing and turning, Daisy sits up and draws a robe around her slim form before making a familiar trek to a familiar room.

She doesn't even knock, just wanders into the room and after making sure he's alone, she crawls into Lionel's bed and wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. She's so tired and that's why she doesn't even mind that her hair isn't perfect to the last strand -- ninety-five percent perfect will just have to do. She hopes he doesn't wake up, but at the same time, she hopes he does.

Because right now, Daisy needs a friend. A real one.

Date: 2008-04-24 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
Lionel wakes slowly, and only because he vaguely remembers going to sleep alone. And he knows it's not Peter before he even opens his eyes and is met with a head of blonde hair.

He lies there for a second, knowing if anything was wrong she would have actually woken him — but then again, this is Daisy. If anything's wrong, she'd have done exactly this. He just has to adjust what wrong means when it comes to her.

"Hey," he says quietly, his voice still tired and thick with sleep. "What's wrong?"

Date: 2008-04-24 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
Daisy isn't even close to sleep and she hasn't been in so very long that she's irritable and upset all at once and she rubs at her eyes with easy practice when it comes to not smudging eyeliner or lipstick. "I've had..." She starts to laugh, a high-pitched and heavy sound all at once. "Oh, Lionel, honey, a hell of a couple months."

Date: 2008-04-24 12:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
Lionel can't imagine Daisy's had a great couple of months at all, but it's still startling to hear her admit it, and the laugh unsettles him. "I know," he says quietly, bringing his arm up around her back to pull her a little closer.

Date: 2008-04-24 01:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
Daisy just takes a deep breath and is slowly rebuilding her facade, step by step, and she leans her cheek against his shoulder. "Did I ever tell you about Mason?" she asks softly.

Date: 2008-04-24 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
"Not really," Lionel says, thinking about it as he looks up at the dark ceiling. "I just know you knew him from back home."

He turns his head back, feeling Daisy's hair brush against his chin. "You don't really tell me much."

Date: 2008-04-24 03:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
"I know," she says breezily, and it's been intentional that she's kept Lionel away from so much in her life. "Anyway. Mason left. And in his place, I got a dead body. Pretty fair as far as trades go, wouldn't you say?"

Date: 2008-04-25 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
"No, I wouldn't," Lionel replies, and it's hard to keep the hint of frustration out of his voice, but he does. He knows things would have to be going bad for Daisy to come to him like this, but then having her be so...Daisy while she does it is enough to drive him around the bend.

Date: 2008-04-25 04:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
Daisy just huffs a sigh and rolls her eyes. "So then I met this soldier, which just brought me right back. I ever mention I've got passable French and German from my time over there?" It's all light, like she could just be joking about all this.

Date: 2008-04-26 11:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
Being woken up from a deep sleep to be there for a friend is all well and good, and something Lionel would gladly do, for Daisy above all. What makes him quietly snap is how she's lying there like she just wants to chat. Like she's trying to pretend nothing is wrong.

"Daisy, stop," he says, his voice holding a soft pleading note. He shifts down a bit, moving her head onto his arm so he can be face to face with her, even in the dark. "Just tell me. I'm not going to hurt you, or judge you, or anything like that. I just want to know what's wrong so I can be here for you. Please."

Date: 2008-04-26 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
Daisy sighs and lets the facade slowly fall away piece by piece and then she's all ninety-three of her years. "Lionel," she says, seriously. "It's how I get through the day. I am so tired of being here. Of being mortal. I want to go back to taking souls and finishing my sentence. To rejecting Mason. To Ray being gone. If I'm meant to be alone forever, I'd rather that be a forever with an end in sight and this is...nothing."

Date: 2008-05-02 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
Lionel knows bits and pieces, enough to put together something of Daisy's life, and he can't begin to imagine it. He's tried, ever since she told him all about her ashes, but he really can't.

"It doesn't have to be nothing," he replies, and it hurts a little, to hear Daisy like this. "You're human again, you do have an end. You just have to...have to figure out how to live again until you get there." There's nothing in Lionel's life that can compare to Daisy's, but he can't help but think of John when he says it.

Date: 2008-05-02 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
"Lionel, for god's sake, I'm ninety-three years old," Daisy snaps, a little bit of a bitch right now, but honest to god, she doesn't know how else to put it. "Ninety-three and you want me to live another forty to fifty of mortal life before I probably have to go fulfill yet another quota?"

Date: 2008-05-12 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
"That's not what I meant," Lionel answers, and maybe any other time he might have snapped right back at her. He can't find the heart to now, not when he's he's just been woken up by Daisy coming to him in the middle of the night with this. "And who says you'll just go back to that when you're done here?"

Date: 2008-05-12 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
"Because life is just not that kind to do anything otherwise," she informs him very heavily. "I have seen life. I have seen death. I know just how cruel they each are and how I don't deserve anything but the servitude I've already got."

Date: 2008-05-16 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lionelthayer.livejournal.com
"Don't say it like that," Lionel sighs, and he brings his hand up as best as he can in the dark to brush hair off Daisy's forehead. "I don't care what you've done in the past, you don't deserve that."

Date: 2008-05-17 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gonewiththereap.livejournal.com
"Nobody deserves what they get," Daisy scoffs, like it's so incredulous and she doesn't understand why people don't get that. "People who die at twenty never deserve it. Good little girls who slip and break their necks don't deserve it, it's just what we get."


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