#timelording

Hey Sanana Angel.  That’s like Santana Banana Angel.  I gave you a good morning kiss and cuddle, but you were all mumbly and droopy-eyed, even after I vaulted off the top bunk.  I wanted to make sure you knew you got those even if you forgot or never knew because you were still sleepy like a sleepy, napping kitty.

Have a wonderful day, Santana.  

Ellie lounged on a stone retaining wall of the courtyard garden, having carefully positioned herself in the light of a pathway light an hour before. In her lap lay a book she was reading intently. A shadow crossed into her light, the words on the page fading into the darkness. Ellie looked up, confusion plain on her face. Her features softened when she saw the person blocking her light. "Sorry, I hate to ask, but I'm trying to read. Could you please move?"

[Luna hurriedly pulled on a sweater after his talk with Christian, wondering where it was they were going now. The last time it had been their own apartment and while he didn't necessarily expect a surprise like that in lieu of the conversation they'd just been having, but that didn't make the submissive any less curious about what was going on. He didn't want to pry though, considering his dominant had grown a bit more serious when he'd asked him if he could take him somewhere. He wasn't sure why his dominant thought he needed to ask at this point, considering Luna had given him every indication he could that he would follow the other male just about anywhere he was going. Once he was prepared for leaving, he made his way over to Christian and gave him a reassuring smile before taking his hand and allowing himself to be led out of the room.]

Tina: Who is ‘he’?

Summary: Yes, sometimes Aubrey knew that Chloe knew exactly what she was doing.

Rating: K+

Author: timelording