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[futures_of_ash]

She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.

There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.

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[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

A pterodactyl was out doing some night-flying.

Was, because now he's doing some night-plotting.

Which ends in him landing a few yards away from Rachel's plate. He peers at the woman to see if his arrival awakened her.

[futures_of_ash]

Certainly not, she may be an increrdible perceptive person, but sadly, she trusts people here in Milliways, so she remains dream bound. Or nightmare locked from the occassional wincing and shaking...

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

Terrorsaur's wings flutter nervously at one of Rachel's violent twitches - but he calms down when she doesn't wake up.

He eyes the area, then hops over to the sandwich. He swallows the top piece of bread with an ulp! He eyes the human as he goes in for the filling. Hmm, she has such nice long hair. Humans don't like their hair getting messed with, right?

[futures_of_ash]

The sandwich is strange by most standards, as Bar is still trying to get more vitamins and proteins into her than normal diets should allow for...so wheat bread, hummus spread, several types of tukey and a slice of lamb...and vitamin powder sprinkled just under the layer of baby spinach.

Ah, and yes, such nice long hair...spread over grass and twigs and dirt...

[princeinexile]

He knows he shouldn't; but there he is beside her anyway, a hand on her shoulder, warm -- his spark relit. But it's gone a moment later all the same, and Zuko is laying in the grass not far from her, watching, wondering.

[futures_of_ash]

Hellish would probably be the term for how the firelight looks on her scarred back, or the way the flames dance and weave towards her, and now Zuko...

Or perhaps hellish would be better applied to the images that tease and dance in those flames, drawn from nightmares nearby. It doesn't matter though, they fade quickly as Rachel opens her eyes.

[princeinexile]

He doesn't look at them, or at her back -- no, he won't. He refuses. He looks at her wet hair on the grass and waits for her to wake, dozing himself.

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*A slight, red-haired girl walks out the backdoor, carrying a heavy book and a bowl of popcorn. She ends up settling next to the sleeping girl*

[futures_of_ash]

The flames may flicker and dance greater for a moment in curiousity, but since the girl doesn't seem to have the desire to prod Rachel, or smear fruit in her hair, the flames settle once more.

They may still hold images though, pictures leaking from the sleeping girl, passing nightmares...

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

*She watches for a moment, curious, but realizes she's probably being rude. She wishes there was something she could do to stop the nightmarish images*

[mogget_cat]

*The sound of someone putting a foot in the water is mostly masked by the gentle wavelets that lap on the shore.*

*The look on Yrael's face is blessedly soundless.*

*He is sure to totally dry his foot on the grass as he wanders over to sprawl beside Rachel.*

[futures_of_ash]

The water isn't that terrible, honestly...or so Rachel would claim, obviously having been out in it again. Luckily she's only slightly damp by the time he comes over, so her unconscious curling against him isn't going to have him screaming...

[mogget_cat]

*No, it'll just have him putting his arm around her as he would have, anyway, and resting his head just above hers.*

*Eh, he'll dry.*

*Mun makes excuses that girl in icon is not Rachel, but it's the only appropriate one for this.*

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason is out for a walk, as being inside is simply making him antsy. He smells the smoke from the small fire and heads over, curious.

When he sees it's Rachel, he smiles softly and creeps up, curling up beside her. He won't wake her, but offers comfort to his Pack-mate.

[futures_of_ash]

She's dreaming, nightmares of course, but even she needs sleep uponoccassion. Outside though, it's not as bad as inside, so there's no screaming...

She does cuddle cloe though, whimpering mentally...

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He nuzzles her cheek, wrapping an arm around her. He can sense her distress, even if he can't hear it, so he gently rubs her scarred back and murmurs softly.

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

:: In battle shared and starry nights,

From Mithrill Hall into the night,

a darkness shared, the daylight earned,

In sunrise skies, the lavender eyes burned,

He shall return seeking friends, In battle shared a soul that blends,

The astral panther by his side, to Milliways he shall abide,

to friends old and to friends new,

I shall return the Drow you knew::

[OOC: I should have internet back by the end of this week the next at the latest.... I hate moving.
P.S. *poke* ]

[futures_of_ash]

[*grins and hugs* Miss you! I'll stab internet folken for you if you like]

[underdarkangel.livejournal.com]

not needed they are giving me internet why woudl I want to scare them away with poking

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

And a Bruce settles near the fire, near her, the fire's jumping light pulling out greens from his eyes, his brown eyes.

He watches the fire and her and doesnt move or make a sound.

[futures_of_ash]

The fire leaps and seems to almost speak with achel so near to it. Murmuring to itself worriedly as nightmare images flicker within, playing hellish light upon her scarred back.

[conflictedhero.livejournal.com]

He blinks at that and casts a concerned eye towards her. Is she...? He sighs and rises. No rest for any of them tonight. He reaches out and touches her shoulder. It isnt a normal touch though, somehow, when he does so, it is him, and the Prescence and Green and Grey and Professor, all at once. And then he is alone again.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

At some point perhaps, there may be a light blanket draped across her. It isn't as much for warmth, he knows how warm she stays, but he also knows that he likes having a thin blanket even when he is warm. It's a comfort thing. And so she has a blanket, and she also has an Archie sprawled on the grass nearby, his hands behind his head, just staring up at the sky. It was what he was going to do anyway when he noticed her there.

[futures_of_ash]

Comfort...it goes a long way. Like any child, her hands curl in the thin material, snuggling into the folds with a small sigh...and the small fire nearby, reflection of her dreams, stills a moment, then softens.

It seems she sleeps easier out here, something she already knew, but it's worth noting.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He barely notices the shift in the fire, he's looking upward. It's been a long time, he's getting a little land-mad. He's looking forward to taking Nathan up on his offer with an almost childish glee. To be near the sea again. To get a boat, and be rocked to sleep once again, and with Svava in his arms. His own personal heaven.

His thoughts, or a few of them as he lays there next to his sister, watching over her in the way that he knows very well that she can take care of herself, but it doesn't stop him.