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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 11:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 12:12 am
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Sonny's expression crumpled a little. "Yeah, Papa didn't make it to school on Saturday," they said. "I'm okay. I want to help look, but Father and Chief Mercer say I can't. It's too dangerous." Not for them, they were basically indestructible. If someone else had Liam, though, it could be bad for them. Or bad for the world, if Sonny got desperate enough.
They took the pizza boxes into the kitchen.
"Father thinks someone's trying to hurt us," they said. "That Papa knew something about the third principal, and it's all connected. But I don't think that's true."
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 1:12 am
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Washing down the last of the crust with soda and a grateful look, America cleared her throat, noticed she had sauce on her lip, dealt with that, then tried again. "I was thinking maybe...you think it'd be possible for you to warg with me, like both of us seeing through his eyes?" With anyone else, except perhaps Taym, the question would have felt unthinkable.
After a moment, she hastily adds, because having said it out loud it felt like she'd just made Sunny a marriage proposal out of the blue. "Or at least project what I see, in some way...?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 7:51 pm
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Sonny took America's hand. Their fingers were comfortably cool and soft, the sort of hands that didn't do any work because they didn't have the opportunity to, not because they were unwilling. They didn't close their eyes, but as America slipped into Mr. B's mind and sight, there was another presence there with them.
It felt a lot like being next to a black hole, something powerful and gaping and terrifying. America would be able to feel Mr. B trembling, afraid of this other presence, but they were both there, looking out on the tree-line several hundred yards away from the Shore Otherhouse.
Do you want me to stay, asked the eldritch thing-that-was-Sonny. He's scared. I don't want to hurt either of you.
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