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Aug. 8th, 2011 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Layla woke up with her arms around Jamie's waist and her cheek pressed to his shoulder, but it didn't feel particularly sexy. She squinched up her face a little before she opened her eyes and looked at the boy in her arms. Definitely a boy. Definitely not a man by any definition. But she could also feel the way her weight was settled, against the bed and against him and to be fair, she wasn't exactly the womanliest she'd ever been.
Oh, boy. Island weekend fun times, I presume.
She sat up a little, looking around, then looked down at Jamie's sleeping face and felt a certain softening of her expression. She reached out to sift her fingers through his hair, then dropped to mattress again and scooted a hand under his arm so her own was looped over his side. She tucked her face against the back of his neck and snuck closer.
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Date: 2011-08-09 04:32 pm (UTC)In a small voice, he asked, "Mom?"
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Date: 2011-08-09 07:48 pm (UTC)Oh, shit.
Layla's eyes opened. She looked at the tiny crown of brown hair, then sat up a little, but only a little. She didn't want to pull away. She wasn't sure what would freak him out most, in the moment.
"No," she told him in her small, girlish voice. Had she really sounded like that? Weird. That wasn't how she'd heard herself.
"Jamie, it's me. Layla."
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Date: 2011-08-10 05:37 am (UTC)He'd never seen a girl before, at least not in person, but then, their farm never saw many visitors at all. The experience was a novel one, and awe momentarily overrode fear, his eyes widening as he stared at her.
"Who are you?"
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Date: 2011-08-11 01:56 am (UTC)Layla pushed herself up so she was sitting cross-legged in her plain black tank top and boy short undies.
"My name is Layla Miller," she told him, while her mind spun over and over and over. He didn't know her. Okay. How was she going to explain this in a way that a nine? Ten? year old boy would accept without being freaked out of his gourd.
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Date: 2011-08-11 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-11 04:42 am (UTC)"I'm your friend," she told him, because she figured that was a good place to start.
"I'm here to look out for you."
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Date: 2011-08-14 06:58 am (UTC)He took a glance around the room, noting that it, too, was not quite right; this wasn't his house at all. A surge of panic seized his chest, but he didn't do something as childish as crying, instead turning back to hold the girl's gaze with an intensity few children possessed. "Where are we?"
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Date: 2011-08-14 07:39 pm (UTC)"We're on a magic island, with all sorts of other people," Layla told him.
"It can be a little confusing, so I'm here for you. To show you around and answer what questions I can."
It's the strangest thing in the world to say. I've told him all this before, never so straightforward. Always in cryptic half sentences, in actions he didn't understand and only vaguely trusted. I wonder if he's going to remember this conversation when he changes back.
Because he has to change back.
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Date: 2011-08-18 02:31 pm (UTC)"Why?"
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Date: 2011-08-18 02:51 pm (UTC)Layla hesitated a moment before offering Jamie a small smile- almost shy, or at least as shy a smile as she'd probably ever managed in her life- and reached out to smooth his hair a little.
"Because I love you," she told him honestly, even if it meant something different between the two of them as they were, now.
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Date: 2011-09-02 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-18 01:08 am (UTC)"Are you scared or anything?"
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Date: 2011-10-19 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-19 05:35 am (UTC)"No," Layla said, "not while I'm around. I promise. Sometimes people get scared of new things, though."
He was so little. That he had ever been this small was a little mind boggling. Compared to Jamie as an adult, the face in front of her was so innocent it was practically unsettling, but it wasn't exactly unburdened.
So in some ways, I'm not the only one who was never really a kid.