"I dunno." She leans into him, tired from the emotional wringer. "I dunno what t'believe anymore. All I know now is they're gone." Magic, a bit annoyed that she can't join in with the cuddling, gently closes her jaws (and the needle sharp little puppy teeth she's still got in her head, there's still a few months until she loses all of those) around Raven's poking foot.
Magic huffs and flops on the floor, entirely put out.
"What about next time? Who am I gonna lose next? It won't stop, Raven. It's gettin' worse, not better." The time between skips is getting shorter, and while Ace has gotten a lot less prone to panicking, this certainly does seem like a panicking sort of situation.
"Don't even joke. Just... can I stay here? For a bit? It's... really quiet, on the TARDIS." Quiet, and empty. Semi-sentient or not, the TARDIS herself just doesn't make for a good travelling partner.
"... I could try." Ace makes no promises. Especially once such things like Dream Lords could get involved. Or even their realms. "Just... don't go. A'right?" She demands as she shucks off her boots. Magic snags one and takes it away for retribution chewing.
She curls up against him, smelling warm clay and smoke and blood under all, but more importantly the clear night air when everything's fresh and free. There she could run forever.
Run forever, and still there would be someone there when she came home.
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"It is better, perhaps, not to bite clay."
But really, Ace is of greater concern than his foot at the moment.
"You are still here, I think. And I am."
His voice is quiet.
"There are others, I think, who would prefer to stay, also."
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"What about next time? Who am I gonna lose next? It won't stop, Raven. It's gettin' worse, not better." The time between skips is getting shorter, and while Ace has gotten a lot less prone to panicking, this certainly does seem like a panicking sort of situation.
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This does not result in a slightly tighter hold. Not at all.
"It is a thing that happens. It is almost impossible not to risk, I think."
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"Don't even joke. Just... can I stay here? For a bit? It's... really quiet, on the TARDIS." Quiet, and empty. Semi-sentient or not, the TARDIS herself just doesn't make for a good travelling partner.
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He shifts a little further on the bed, swinging his feet up, as well.
"Possibly I will never mind you staying, Ace."
Minus the possibly part.
"Will you sleep?"
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"Just... don't go. A'right?" She demands as she shucks off her boots. Magic snags one and takes it away for retribution chewing.
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"I have said before I will not. It still holds. Shh."
There is humming, after a time, soft and quiet.
And he doesn't go.
That's something, right?
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She curls up against him, smelling warm clay and smoke and blood under all, but more importantly the clear night air when everything's fresh and free. There she could run forever.
Run forever, and still there would be someone there when she came home.
Maybe that's what she dreams about, tonight.
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Just to be sure.
It has often been so.