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Somehow Lucas manages to get a room for himself. It's not too elaborate, very much like the home he doesn't remember he had. He's curled up on the simple bed, hugging a blue pillow.

If he's going to feel alone, he might as well be alone.

Date: 2014-03-21 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"Scared of you?" Autor says, startled. "Why would I..."

He trails off, shaking his head as he remembers Rae's reaction. Autor places his hands on the other boy's shoulders and looks him directly in the eye. "I won't ever be scared of you. I promise."

Date: 2014-03-21 09:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
I probably should be? Autor thinks, and then hopes the Dragon doesn't hear him.

"I think some of that has to do with the fact that Sunshine can feel how powerful you are," he says, squeezing his shoulders again. "I can't, so it's easier for me to keep in mind how your will is his will."

Then he frowns. "Satan? What on earth? There's no cause for that."

Date: 2014-03-21 09:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor folds his arms around Lucas again. "Apollo was a patron here once," he says. "So was Orpheus. Milliways has catered to gods before, and I'm sure there were people who weren't afraid of them."

He ruffles the boy's hair, and then presses his head to his chest. "It's a big change, but people will get used to it. You'll get used to it."

Date: 2014-03-21 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor winces. "What a memory to come back to," he murmurs. "Do you remember anything else aside from that and Milliways?"

Date: 2014-03-21 09:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor stills, frowning. He steps inside the room and closes the door. "You really don't remember anything," he says to himself. "You used to live in a place called Tazmily."
Edited Date: 2014-03-21 09:53 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-03-21 09:57 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"You had a brother, too," Autor says gently, "by the name of Claus."

Date: 2014-03-21 10:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor panics for a moment, reaching for him and then drawing back. He snags a blanket off the bed and drapes it around Lucas' shoulders, kneeling down next to him.

Autor rubs his arms through the blanket, trying to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

Date: 2014-03-21 10:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"I don't know that you could have," Autor says, patting his back. "He was..."

The boy shakes his head, frowning at his lack of information about the situation. "He may have been beyond help."

Date: 2014-03-21 10:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"Because Porky was cruel," he says quietly. He wanted a perfect soldier, and so he made one. "It doesn't make sense to people who aren't as spiteful as he was."

Date: 2014-03-21 10:39 pm (UTC)
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And Autor holds the grieving boy, drawing the blanket more tightly around him.

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