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Elizaveta Romanov ([info]ladydevil) wrote,
@ 2011-08-10 23:54:00

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And a star to guide her
Eliza was sleeping restlessly. It would be hard not to miss if anyone was there. She wouldn't know if anyone was though as if someone was there she trusted them and wouldn't wake. Not unless they chose to wake her up.

Of course that didn't mean whatever dream paths she was walking that night wouldn't rouse her on her own. She jolted awake grabbing and clawing at something in the air. Seeing nothing but pin points of light from the 'window' of her quarters and little else she groaned slapping a hand to her forehead.

"What a dream."

She climbed from her bed stretching and pulling her hands high above her head bending backwards as she moved to just flex every tense muscle in her body.

That wasn't restful sleep.

And now that her body is tilting backwards she can tell someone is here.


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