12.1

Jan. 5th, 2010 11:44 pm
fairytaleknight: (waking up on a bad day)
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Thunder cracks, or perhaps it's Fakir's head throbbing. He opens his eyes.

Where-- I'm in our room, of course. That's my ceiling. But--

He has a vague sense that something's wrong about the ceiling, but he can't place it.

"How did I--" Fakir says, out loud. How did I get here? There was -- there was a battle. Princess Kraehe. I couldn't fight, and then she attacked, and now--

that's right. Tutu helped me. Tutu brought me here. Damn her, I could have walked by myself.


Fakir pushes himself up on aching, stinging arms, which, he notices with disgust, are wrapped in bandages. "She bound my wounds. What kind of a useless cham--"

Fakir breaks off, staring. Princess Tutu is beside him, head down and dozing on Fakir's bed. That's what's wrong with the ceiling. I'm in Mytho's bed. She even put me in bed. "Hey," Fakir says, and if his face is pained, his voice is gentle.
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