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The Creator ([personal profile] joyrodecomets) wrote in [personal profile] impudentsongbird 2012-12-19 01:03 pm (UTC)

"Ta, Missy," Dad said cheerfully, storing the pen back in His bag. "Now, d'you mind keepin' him for a li'l while longer, and makin' sure Sol gets him? It's just ..." He shrugged ruefully, as if He'd lost all track of time and was only now realising He didn't have enough to do all the things He would have liked to. "Appointments and all that."

He waited enough beats for Valkyrie's lacklustre agreement and then smiled, clapping a hand to her shoulder. "Nice of yah, li'l lady. He's lucky to have a friend in you."

Then Dad turned toward Tanith and Ghastly, and there was amusement gleaming in His grey eyes, the eyes that shifted between slate-grey and the grey of rain-clouds. They met Tanith's gaze without flinching, and that amusement only strengthened in that way of recognition. "You'll be okay," He said comfortably. "You've got each other. All you need, really. Not everyone's so lucky."

Dad doffed His hat at Ghastly, and there was something soft and proud about His grin. "Thanks for going 'round with me, Ghast. Breath of fresh air, an afternoon off can be. Maybe we'll get to make rounds again sometime."

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