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Apr. 8th, 2016 08:26 am
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for whatever miscellaneous bullshit your little heart can come up with.

Date: 2016-04-08 11:01 pm (UTC)
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Date: 2016-04-11 01:52 am (UTC)
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[ Yesterday, Dad had done his best to run Ben ragged with trips down to the shore. Distracting him with Ben's repeated demands to be hurled into the breakers or another lap in one of the rented paddle boat. They even took a holo of when Han buried himself chest deep and sculpted himself into a melodie complete with a seashell bra in golden sand. Ben was shrill with his secondhand embarrassment but still took the holo. Even still, Ben was restless. No amount of rough housing or swimming could assuage his boundless energy and fidgeting anxieties. All peppered with endless questions of where was mom, and when was mom coming home. After a dinner of flatcakes with khaddi-nut butter and soda, Han said he was bushed and went to bed just before the sun went down.

Unfortunately for his father, Ben was smart and knew that only meant one thing: Flight rest. Whenever dad knew he had a long trek ahead of him he would always try to squeeze in at least eight or nine hours of solid rest. Ben's fears were confirmed when he woke up just before dawn to hear his dad fumbling around in the dark outside his room. No doubt looking for his boots. For once, he was only awake because of the five cans of soda he had with dinner and nothing stemming from the chronic nightmares. Ben rides it out long enough; pretending to still be asleep when his dad kisses his brow and then watch him disappear into the darkened doorway and hears his mother's voice - distant, coming from the front hall.

He sleeps the remainder of the night in his parent's room. Sneaking in after his mother goes to bed. He's roused first by the sounds of the morning's high tide crashing on the shore then by a hand on his shoulder. Ben twists in the sheets and grunts, burying his face in the pillow. ]


Mmm-hmm.

Date: 2016-04-13 03:32 am (UTC)
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[ Ben rolls his shoulders forward in a shuttering yawn deep from the chest. Still one foot in a half-remembered dream he was too tired to more than relax against his mother's embrace. She stilled smelled like the last hint of perfume and the inside of a rental grav-car. He was right about her having only just gotten in. ]

Dad's not coming back until we leave.

[ A statement, not a question. One too colored by Ben's exhaustion to be anything more than resigned to the fact. He had far from accepted the fact that it would always be rare to have both parents at once, but Han's ploy yesterday worked. All the fight had been kicked out of Ben for now. ]

I can show you how to build a sand castle and how to be my second mate on the paddle boats. [ It doesn't occur to him that his mother might know her around both these topics. Ben learned yesterday and this considered himself the premier expert in both fields. ]

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