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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 15, 2010 1:05:24 GMT -6
She smiled and blushed, kissing Theo back lightly. "Oh, Thank you." She smiled and hugged him warmly.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 15, 2010 1:07:57 GMT -6
"Gift number one. I'm yours for the day, Anything you want." He smiled and settled back down.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 15, 2010 1:09:49 GMT -6
She laughed softly and nodded. "Well then I think my first request is that after we sleep you don't go running off to the library when you wake up. If you wake up before me just stay curled up with me." She hugged him warmly. "You deserve the rest too."
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 15, 2010 1:12:25 GMT -6
He chuckled. "As you wish birthday girl. I might have to leave to prepare for something though."
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 15, 2010 1:15:14 GMT -6
"Ohh alright." She laughed and kissed his cheek.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 15, 2010 1:16:24 GMT -6
He smiled. "Months of planing... but for now may we sleep?" He yawned.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 15, 2010 1:20:00 GMT -6
"Yeah sounds like a good idea to me." she smiled and nuzzled his jaw lightly, yawned, then curled up closer. "I love you." She mumbled as she nodded off slowly.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 15, 2010 1:22:45 GMT -6
"I love you too Lydia." He held her close as he fell asleep.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 15, 2010 2:08:52 GMT -6
Blake had shut his curtains when he hear someone entering and was still writing in his journal. He held his wand loosely between his lips as the quill did its dance across the sheets of parchment inside. There was the occasional humorous drawing on corners, taking up paged, and other little things that filled his mind. Thoughts. Poem lines. It was all there, all splayed like hair over a grassy meadow, it was his soul in a book.
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Post by Blake Deimos on Jun 15, 2010 3:12:25 GMT -6
He finally put it away. It was more a scatter of thoughts than it was a coherent entry, all of his writing, but that was okay with Blake.
It was late was as much as he could tell from hi spot on the sheet of his bed. His head danced with words that echoed from his quill as he drifted asleep. Life. Home. Lost. Love.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 15, 2010 19:29:04 GMT -6
Theo set up everything so when Lydia woke up she would be showered with confetti and streamers coming down on her. Next to the bed there was a rose that appeared every hour in the vase he had set there. He laid in bed reading.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 15, 2010 20:12:20 GMT -6
Lydia rolled over and yawned, nuzzling Theo's hip slighty before opened her eyes. She sat up slowly and blinked as she was showered with confetti. "Huh?" She looked around and blushed lightly.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 15, 2010 20:20:38 GMT -6
Theo smiled. "Happy birthday." He set his book aside and smiled at her picking things out of his own hair.
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Post by Lydia Evans on Jun 15, 2010 20:29:26 GMT -6
She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Thank you love." She nodded and sat up properly, resting her head on his shoulder.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jun 15, 2010 20:33:01 GMT -6
"I hoped you liked that. It was your gift." He smiled.
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