We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

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Dawn was approaching when Thomas pulled back into the garage. Tired but full of warm contentment, he headed upstairs with every intention of falling asleep in his own bed, but as he passed Dru's door, he stopped. Something felt wrong, felt cold, and Thomas frowned, slipping quietly into the room. Finding her in a fitful, uneasy sleep, he stripped out of everything except boxers and slipped between the sheets next to her. She smelled of starlight and night air, with skin like ice. Not wanting to wake her, Thomas wrapped an arm around Dru, letting a trick of power bubble over his palm, radiating calm affection. Hoping it would be enough for now, he fell asleep.

((Tag Dru))

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The thought crossed Thomas' mind that maybe he had gone insane, that those twisting sirens songs had in fact dragged him out to sea while he hadn't been looking. He blinked hard, shaking away the enticing mental image Dru's words had called forth. "The bunnies will be able to feed and take care of themselves," Thomas answered, going along with it. "After all, Spoike's doing well on his own, isn't he?"

Thomas' eyes were drawn to said hamster's cage, which was steadily becoming more of a hamster palace with carved wood ornaments hanging from the corners. "It sounds like a fun night, lovely," he said, shifting so that he sat up as well. One hand began combing through her hair again, while the other danced up the bare skin of her arm. "All Edward and I did was hunt. And almost get eaten by a faerie cat."

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"Of course Spoike is happy. I feed him all the time..." Drusilla looked over to the cage with Thomas. Spoike was currently snuggled under a quilt that looked suspiciously like it was made of leaves. Well, he did always have an easy time making friends.

Drusilla was perfectly ready to explain how she was slightly worried about the humans left satisfied in a heap, but he had gently turned her mind to other places. Her face went from slightly pleased to worried in little time. "You didn't bring your knife did you? If you did I would be wearing a new fur collar."

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Her words were met with a laugh, warm and affectionate. "I think I will be carrying your knife all the time now," he said, hands idly parting her hair into two pigtails. "Did you know you'd be protecting me from kittens with big green eyes that smell like snow and peppermint when you gave it to me?"

The question had not been sarcastic or condescending, just curious, and Thomas' hand stilled for a moment as he cast about for the elastic that had been in Dru's hair only a little while ago.

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Thomas was a rather comfortable seat. It was the only reason she wasn't telling him off. Or shaking off the pigtails. Her large eyes did not help the image, and her tone was quiet. "No. Not big kitties. But I smelled them on you, Thomas. When you came home and said nothing. I saw things. Little snippets. I worry. I always worry."

Drusilla plucked the elastics from the pillow and held them out to him. "Snow? It smelled of coldness then? I must sew washers in your jackest and put nails in your boots. They are all nasty nasty things...the cold ones."

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((Desquish like a fox))