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“Emmy?”, and you managed to reach across the two sleeping girls between you with only making them wake slightly, shift a hair so Macy was hugging you now and Aubrey turned on her back. Put your hand over your sister’s heart; you wouldn’t say you knew.
Not now.
But maybe this would help, some at least.
“Thank you. For all the things you have done for me. All of them. Every little thing. I know we have our little routine, but I appreciate you, love you for all of them. Being my better half. Love you, little sis.”, and now that you knew? Could swear her chest felt too cold against your hand; felt warm emotions leak in though…
“Y-yeah, Jenn. Big sis. Of course. Even before knowing our fates are tied, I was always going to be there. You were for me more than often enough. I don’t like losing so I wasn’t going to lose at that. Being a good sister to my other half. Love you, Jennifer.”
“Yeah… sleep? A nap? Letters and then me and ‘Brey are having a talk. An important one. Just us. I don’t think it will be bad, not like that, but maybe be close by? Then, LeyLey. Plan?”, you whispered out and rubbed the bustier version of you along her sternum some; locked eyes. Tried to smile some for her.
“Okay. Yeah. Sounds good. And I’ll be close… I don’t think she is going to do anything; Aubrey is a good girl. If she does… you know how we are. I will not pull my punches at all. Lets hope you two keep it civil.”, Emmy whispered back, returned your smile and you instantly felt less anxious. “But, yeah. Nap time, sis.”
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You were back there. The cavern with a tiny you now in a cute, warm outfit, wrapped in a blanket. The aura was still horrifying but maybe just a little less so.
“Hey, Jenny. Nice and toasty?”
“Better than before. I’d ask for another set but we really don’t have time.”, she said while turning to face you.
“I though time was relative here?”
“It is, to a degree. It cuts both ways, though. Almost time to get up, find a cowboy, write some letters, and deal with an angry, afraid, and sad schizo. All I can say for the last is wall, not you. Broken hand, unless you do something. Tears, regardless. And those visions may be coming sooner than later, depending. Bye, Jennifer. Please don’t get us killed till next weekend at least. The menu is going to be good next week and I want to enjoy it.”
Then you were awoken by the tinny ring of an old mechanical alarm-clock on the nightstand closer to the tall, curly haired Prefect.
“Ahhh… crap. That really did not seem like four hours. MayMay? Up?”
“Yeah, sis. Need to get some water. Going to practice for a little with that 7th year who helped me back to the hall in a bit; just a little while to restock us.”, your small best friend mumbled out while you gave her back the glasses on the night stand on your side.
