Apr. 23rd, 2008

gonewiththereap: (it's cold here at night: by ?)
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.


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