[Feferi wasn't sure what was wrong with everyone wanting to avoid sleeping, even now that the dream worlds had perished and all that was left was the darkness of the gods. She understood why the tensions were high following that, but she didn't care. There was nothing to be afraid of! Heck, she was sure the gods wouldn't mind seeing the lost kids they were being coerced into helping. So she took naps, and often fell into deep, restful slumbers.]
[She talks to the gods, here. She discusses and argues, plans and compromises. Their talk is over, and she feels confident that they trust her finally. They allow her to go, for now, and will wait in anticipation for her return. Feferi curtsies, and hopes her plan will succeed. If all goes well, the dream bubbles will be constructed and no one will truly die or float in inexplicable terror. She's seen what good this will bring, and how multi-universally helpful it will be. She simply has to have hope that this is a timeline in which this becomes the reality.]
[She wakes up, long after Sollux has kissed her, and glubs sleepily as she wraps tighter around him. She intakes his scent, and hums, pleased as punch. Oh, this boy, how she pities his stupid worry wart head so.]
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Date: 2012-07-22 06:36 am (UTC)[She talks to the gods, here. She discusses and argues, plans and compromises. Their talk is over, and she feels confident that they trust her finally. They allow her to go, for now, and will wait in anticipation for her return. Feferi curtsies, and hopes her plan will succeed. If all goes well, the dream bubbles will be constructed and no one will truly die or float in inexplicable terror. She's seen what good this will bring, and how multi-universally helpful it will be. She simply has to have hope that this is a timeline in which this becomes the reality.]
[She wakes up, long after Sollux has kissed her, and glubs sleepily as she wraps tighter around him. She intakes his scent, and hums, pleased as punch. Oh, this boy, how she pities his stupid worry wart head so.]
How long have you been awave, Sollux?