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Post by Jules on Dec 8, 2008 2:22:06 GMT -5
Camilla hadn't slept a wink all night. When asleep, the Fairy Godmother escaped the wants and wishes of the surrounding people, but that was just the thing. Jasper hadn't come home from work, hadn't left a word, and she'd felt nothing from him, although she'd waited for a desperate wish or want to survive or something equally frightening. Of course, she could feel his location, high up so she assumed he was in some kind of apartment building. Camilla couldn't see where her charges where. Just feel there location in relation to her own.
The theory that he was in an apartment had been what stopped her from poofing over to him. What if he was spending the night with another woman? Not that she cared, but how awkward would that be? Besides, no better way to scare off a man than to pop up in the middle of a steamy scene between him and some other woman.
So she was wracked with worry that her pride would lead to his death, and also a jealousy she wouldn't admit. She sat at her table, a coffee mug cradled against her chest. She was wearing what she slept in, a large t-shirt some old conquest had left behind and her underwear. She was boring holes into the door waiting for him to come in.
Camilla felt a little creepy and pathetic, waiting around for some guy. But she was also worried sick. She looked at the clock for the fifth time that minute and decided if he wasn't back in fifteen minutes, she'd poof to him, pride or no pride.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 17:14:14 GMT -5
When Jasper crept back into Camilla's apartment, morning was still thinking about appearing, but hadn't quite worked up the energy. He kept quiet, but didn't expect to see Camilla in the front room, and startled at the sight of her slumped over, asleep, at the table, her hand limp beside a half-drained coffee cup, now cold.
She must have been particularly exhausted to fall asleep at the table. It wasn't unlike her to work past the point of functioning. But, the thought skittered across his mind, she could have stayed up waiting for someone.
A bit of guilt pricked him. But why would Camilla wait up for him? He dumped her mug into the sink. Gently, he guided her sleeping form into his arms to carry her to bed.
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 17:30:31 GMT -5
Camilla woke up being laid into her bed by Jasper. She smiled at him before remembering the waiting, the worry, the several million cups of coffee, and the crick in her neck that probably came from falling asleep sitting up.
Her expression hardened into a glare and she sat up. "Where have you been? I stayed up all night and not a word! I was really worried! What if you where hurt? Why didn't you even call? What were you doing?" She crossed her arms over her ratty old t-shirt and frowned, lifting a brow expectantly, her fingers drumming out an impatient rhythm on her arm.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 18:04:38 GMT -5
A smile hovered at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help it. She had worried about him.
"Miss Clarke needed me after hours," he explained softly. He ran his fingertip over the line between her brows, trying to smooth the frown. "I didn't know you would worry. Next time I'll call."
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 18:39:22 GMT -5
"That answers none of my questions." She reminded him flatly. Camilla would not admit to the prick of jealousy. What had Miss Clarke needed him for that kept him all night and in one place? She didn't have any right to be mad at him, so she wasn't, but she was surprised she felt envious at all. Camilla was not used to feeling envious of other women.
She didn't try to move his hand, but the way she was glowering suggested he probably should. "Jasper, you're an outlaw. You leave all night long, how am I supposed to not worry? I almost poofed over, but I didn't want to embarass you."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 18:48:52 GMT -5
He got the hint and dropped his hand.
He lifted an eyebrow. Embarrass him? ...oh.
Now the smile creased all the way to his eyes. "I stayed over because a thug came in and attacked the store, and she felt safer with me there. I slept on a chair in the living room."
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 20:07:41 GMT -5
Her eyes widened and she touched his face with both hands, tilting it this way at that before feeling his neck, shoulders, working her way down in a doctorly fashion. "Are you okay? Was anyone hurt?"
"You still should have called." She sounded more resigned, and a little bit grumpy, than angry as she continued her examination for broken bones. It was really hard to remain furious when he was being so reasonable. But it was also a little hard to swallow he'd stayed at Miss Clarke's place all night and hadn't done anything. Although maybe that's because she'd never had a man spend the night innocently.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 20:42:07 GMT -5
He gave her a dubious look and grabbed her wrists, easing her hands away from him. "I'm fine," he said, mildly amused that she would expect otherwise. His brow furrowed without warning. "But Miss Clarke.... am I allowed to use my wishes on other people?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 20:49:14 GMT -5
Jealousy was a much more minor part of her than concern for other's well-being. "Yes, of course, is she alright?" Camilla slid out of bed and into a pair of pants, throwing her hair up into a ponytail and calling her wand from thin-air all in less than thirty seconds. "She's not badly hurt, is she? You should have come to me sooner."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 20:56:05 GMT -5
"She's okay," Jasper answered, with a restraining hand against Camilla's wrist. "Cuts on her face. And I'd like to remove them, but I should wait and ask her before I just... wish on her behalf."
Though, he did smile at her typical get-up-and-help response.
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 21:13:02 GMT -5
"Well ask her when you go to work...later this morning." She tried cracking her neck, but it didn't work. Her back was already aching. She may not look ancient, but at that moment she certainly felt it. "Although I doubt the woman wants to scar." Scars didn't agree with Camilla and she couldn't imagine them agreeing with any other woman.
"It might spook her if they suddenly disappear." She conceded, and the wand was put away. "Are you hungry? I ordered Pizza last night, there's a piece in the fridge." Because she hadn't dared touch her oven, although she had been getting used to home-cooked meals. It would be disappointing to return to constant take-out once he left.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 21:27:26 GMT -5
He had been very deliberately ignoring the hunger pains until she mentioned the pizza, but now he winced. "I am, actually," he mumbled. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "It's early. You should sleep."
He didn't even realize how natural it felt to act so... domestic with Camilla, until it was too late o take it back anyway. Maybe it was because he was tired.
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 21:37:37 GMT -5
Camilla shook her head. "I'm up now." She'd be a little tired throughout the day, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. She moved to the kitchen to utilize the one appliance that she did happen to know how to work---the coffee maker. "Would you like one?" She asked, retrieving her mug from the sink and getting another from the cupboard before he even answered. Even if he said no, she wouldn't mind two coffees.
It was really hard to stay mad at him when he was so sweet. Besides Nex, she wasn't sure she'd ever had anyone even attempt to take care of her. Once she got over the urge to insist she needed no help, it was kind of nice. "Why did a thug come in? What happened?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 14, 2008 21:49:48 GMT -5
"Please," he said, sending the brewing coffee a longing look.
He found the box of pizza in the fridge and removed a slice, deciding the microwave was too much effort, eating it cold.
He swallowed and then went over the events of the previous day with Camilla, sounding vaguely tired and impatient with it all. "She runs in a crowd that makes easy enemies."
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Post by Jules on Dec 14, 2008 22:08:54 GMT -5
Camilla's frown deepened as the story continued. Now she was going to worry about him every single time he went for work. "Jasper...how do you get yourself into these messes?" She sighed and fixed them both a coffee. "What do you take in yours?"
"So what, she's obviously involved in some kind of criminal activity. You don't need to get mixed up in any more of that."
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