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She smiled slightly, brushing her fingers through his hair.
She nodded, heading into the main room.
He shrugged, taking his lyre. "Anything."
He crossed his arms patiently .
His eyes fluttered open.
She looked up at him, sticking her tongue out.
"Just.. power," she replied, coming back to him once she was done and offering her hand. "Shall we?"
He found a nice spot. It was shady and grassy. He sat down.
"Hm.."
Francis yawned, shifting slightly.
"I really love you," she murmured, leaning against him.
"You have power," she replied, going to change Sawyer quickly.
He grinned. "Great! C'mon!"
"Oh.. For how long?"
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She rested her arms over his shoulders, resting her head on his chest. "You're still lovely."
"I feel disappointment in her gaze."
"It won't be very long."
He tilted his head.
He pulled her close, sighing.
