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Post by .Jonas.Chesed. on May 6, 2008 17:36:23 GMT -5
Jonas actually went quite red when she giggled and spoke..knowing then that she was quite aware of his little problem he was trying to deal with. "Um...ah...th-that..might be good," he mumbled, looking extremely embarrassed about the whole situation. He nodded a little, "Making that drink..yes, you could do that..." he said, speaking rather quickly, hoping to deal with his excitement while she did that. Think about something that would sober him...deplete the little problem.
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Post by London Pryderi on May 6, 2008 18:02:44 GMT -5
She giggled some more, "There's no need to be embarrassed, Jonas. It's a perfectly natural thing, and I'm certainly used to it." she said, on her way to the kitchen. She poured some milk into a pan with some honey and nutmeg, warming it up, then adding just a hint of chocolate powder when it was warm. Then she poured it into a glass and took it back to him, offering it to him with a smile.
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Post by .Jonas.Chesed. on May 6, 2008 18:06:30 GMT -5
He shook his head slightly, getting even more embarrassed over it, pleased when she got off him and went to the kitchen. He slowly sat up, staring across the room as he thought of his family..which settled him quickly. He looked to her as she returned, giving a tiny smile in return, "Thanks.." he said quietly, taking a small sip.
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Post by London Pryderi on May 6, 2008 21:48:34 GMT -5
"Goodnight, Jonas." she said, kissing his forehead and going to her room, shutting the door, as she knew it would make him uncomfortable if she left it open while she was changing. It used to be that she would wear nothing to bed, but since Jonas had moved in, she had invested in some cotton gowns of various lengths. The one she put on tonight was white and soft, with elbow length sleeves and a neckline that tied well above anything interesting, and the length reached her calves. Then she climbed into bed and fell quickly to sleep, for once.
Sometime after three, she sat straight up in her bed, panting in fear from the memory of the night that had made her what she was. It wasn't exactly as she had told Jonas, but she hadn't felt the need to burden his mind with the exact details. The fact was, that night, she had realized that sex was a bartering tool, when the men had told her mother they'd just take it out in trade on her daughter. That's why she'd learned to defend herself, but she really didn't want to tell Jonas that.
London laid back down, rolling on her side, trying to go back to sleep... but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, sleep would not take her, as those images kept playing in her head. She did something unexpected even to her then. After laying there a moment longer, she got out of her bed and went out into the living room. For a moment, she just stared at Jonas, who appeared to be asleep, whether he was or not, she couldn't tell. Then, she climbed onto the couch with him, (more like on top of him, as there was not much room) and pulled his blanket over the both of them. She settled back down, getting comfortable and closing her eyes.
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Post by .Jonas.Chesed. on May 6, 2008 22:01:54 GMT -5
Jonas had finished off the drink she had made for him. He had laid for awhile, staring at the ceiling until he finally managed to sleep. It was a wonderful sleep, dreamless and without a nightmare. He was sleeping heavily when she arrived from her bedroom, his mouth open just a little, breathing slowly and evenly. He shifted some as she joined him on the couch, laying on him. He frowned in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes. "London.." he murmured, resting a hand against her back then, rubbing lightly, wondering why she was joining him.
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Post by London Pryderi on May 6, 2008 22:10:34 GMT -5
"I couldn't sleep..." she murmured, "It's like I took away your nightmares only to dream them myself..." she said, the arm she had draped over his chest tightend slightly as the images flashed across her mind again. "I'm sorry... If it makes you uncomfortable, I can go..." she said, though she really hoped that he would not make her leave. He made her feel warm and safe.
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Post by .Jonas.Chesed. on May 6, 2008 22:15:38 GMT -5
Jonas began to rub her back, shaking his head, "No, it's fine," he said softly. He continued rubbing her back, closing his eyes again. "If I knew how to make the concoction you made me, I'd prepare some for you," he stated. "It worked wonderfully.." He shifted, stilling his hand, wrapping his arm around her tightly, comfortingly.
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Post by London Pryderi on May 6, 2008 22:38:21 GMT -5
"Thank you, Jonas." she said. "It's just a little milk, honey, nutmeg, and a dash of chocolate powder." she said, "But as long as you're not making me leave, I think I'll be fine." she said. It surprised her a little when he wrapped his arms around her, but that wasn't to say that she didn't like the feeling. In fact, it was rather pleasant.
She had almost drifted off to sleep again, when a question suddenly popped into her head, a question she'd been wondering about for years, even before the war. "Jonas?" she asked sleepily, "If your God is so good and so great and so loving, then why do people hate each other? Why do people kill each other? Why is there suffering?"
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Post by .Jonas.Chesed. on May 7, 2008 17:52:11 GMT -5
Jonas nodded a little, putting that into his mind for later use. He'd make it some other time for her if he needed to...but if she was fine with him just holding her then maybe he'd never need to. He found that having his arms around her was a rather comforting thing for him, enjoying it actually. His hands continued to move slowly up and down her back, starting to slip off to sleep again.
He was nearly completely out when she spoke, his hands coming to a stop. He frowned a little as her questions. He wasn't quite sure how to answer her..not really sure about it at all. He'd been to question it all himself..why God would put his people through suffering, let so many of them die. He shifted a little, opening his eyes after a moment. "I don't know.." he mumbled, "God...must have some reason for it all...part of a plan..or something.."
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