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As a rule, Mary Anne doesn't sleep with her head under the pillow. That's useful weapon storage space and sleeping with your face near a knife is just silly.

But when you're trying to avoid that damn ray of light that keeps sneaking in through the blinds and stabbing you in the eye, and you're not inclined to get out of bed and draw the curtains, under the pillow is the best option. The knife has been knocked to the floor in the course of this exercise, and she is muttering insulting things about the sun under her breath.

Any possible discomfort or annoyance this may be causing her bedmate has not been taken into consideration.

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"It's just...not fine."

She keeps her voice low, because sometimes these conversations are easier softer.

"You miss her."

"I do," she sighs.

The other girl's insight does a fine job of assuaging Goldy's reservations. She sounds almost relieved.

"A lot more than I thought I would."

"...Than I thought I would ever miss anyone."

She smiles faintly.

"It happens, gorgeous. And it has a way of sneaking up on you."

"Maybe. But not on me," she says, frowning now.

"I've had eyes in the back of my head for centuries, watching out for this kind of 'attachment' shit."

She does not snicker. But she smiles.

"Then it snuck up in front. But it's not a disease, babes. You can't be immune."

"I know."

She sighs again, and lays her head to rest on the bundle of comforter and blankets that is massed under their shoulders.

"Fucking Eros. I'm going to kick his ass next time I see him."

"I think you mentioned him to me once before," she says.

"You don't thingk he had anything to do with this, did you? I mean, in a slightly more active role than just all things love related."

"I can't see why he would be involved beyond the norm," Goldy replies after a bit of frowning consideration. "He and I are just... fuck buddies, as far as I know."

"I mean, he's a nice guy, and funny, and interesting in so many ways. And he likes me too. But... no. There's nothing deeply emotional between us."

She nods.

"Just checking. Since you were so sure of your defenses."

And she's not smiling like she knows the feeling at all.

Snorting, Goldy gives her top shoulder a gentle shove.

"Give me a bit of credit."

She laughs.

"So...aside from credit-giving--which I do plenty of, by the way--what's next?"

A passionate kiss. Hot and tempestuous.

Apparently.

From out of nowhere.

However, there's heartfelt gratitude in the act as well. And when she draws back, teasing Mary Anne's bottom lip between her front teeth, the same deep-seated thanks is written in her eyes.

She jerks her head just enough to free her lip.

"Any time, gorgeous."

She punctuates it with a return kiss--maybe not as tempestuous as Goldy's but just as fun a way to say 'you're welcome.'

Goldy smiles and rests her head back down.

"I don't suppose you can use your magic tarot-ness to materialize a couple of cups of coffee down here?"

She shakes her head.

"Not my jurisdiction, sorry. Although..."

She chews her lower lip and stares at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Of course not," Goldy says, chuckling lightly.

"If it was, you could have turned the heating on by clicking your fingers, and we would still be all toasty warm in your... fairly comfy bed," (hey, that's not a bad concession from her) "rather than freezing our cute hineys off on your not very comfortable floor."

"Remind me to ask around at the next family reunion, see who's job that is," she says, although she still sounds distracted.

"Was just trying to figure out if my magic tarot-ness didn't have a few more practical applications."

"Oh?"

Goldy's dainty eyebrows raise as one. Not quite absently, she draws a finger along Mary Anne's jawline, and up towards her ear.

"Like what, specifically, honey buns?"

She looks interested.

Despite the attention being lavished on her, Mary Anne only succeeds in looking distant.

She can do this. She's just never done it before. Except that she knows exactly how to do it. Weird only begins to scratch the surface.

"Like finding out how Miho is."

Beat.

"Like maybe even finding her."

Goldy visibly sobers again, her hand dropping away from Mary Anne's face.

"Really?"

She nips her bottom lip between her teeth.

"How?"

"Cards."

She sits up suddenly, eyes bright and focused. She turns her right hand over and there's a deck of cards resting it it, pulled from nowhere. She starts shuffling quickly.

"I can cast a reading for her--I mean, I know her well enough to read for her without her here. Plus, I think the tarot-ness might factor in somewhere there...Anyway, I should be able to find out something about how she is. And that should be enough of a focus for me to open a door to her."

"Oh. Cool."

Goldy doesn't look quite as enthused as Mary Anne might expect. Her smile is very watery. She swallows, harder than she wanted to be seen.

"What if... she doesn't want us to open a door? Do you not think that might be kind of intrusive to her?"

The cards go still in her hands.

"It very well might. She also might not be able to get back here any other way."

She gestures with the deck, slower and calmer than a few moments ago. Her eyes, however, have lost none of their focus. "If it's alright--and tell me if it's not--I'll cast the cards. Then we'll know more and we can open or close or slam doors at our leisure." She offers a reassuring smile. "If that's okay."

Goldy sits up, legs curled back under her, bringing enough comforter with her to embrace across her chest. She gives the idea some hard thought, then smiles and nods.

"Okay. That sounds good."

Of course, what transpires over the next few minutes could confirm some fears and crush Goldy. It's a risk she's willing to take, for the events could just as easily make her very happy.

"Thank you. Again," she voices pre-emptively.

"You're welcome, gorgeous."

She kisses her lightly on the cheek, then resumes suffling the cards. After a moment, she stops, then smoothes out a section of their bedding heap on the floor.

She cuts the deck twice, taps the top once, then deals.

"Huh."