The Burial Part 2

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"When are we projecting," Connor asked his aunt and cousin.


"Witching hour," Aunt Zelda replied curtly, "So we're less likely to be seen."


"Got it," Connor said, "I'm going to get cleaned up and try to sleep for a bit. I'll see you at midnight."


After getting out of the shower, Connor laid down on his bed, unable to put his mind to rest enough to get any sleep.


"You sure this is a good idea," His familiar asked, lying down beside him.


"No," He admitted, "But it's all I got."


"How do you get wrapped up in such complicated and dangerous things," She asked, trying to cover up a yawn.


"Someone's exhausted," Connor said, skirting her question, "You need to sleep."


"And, how do you know that," She asked playfully, rolling onto her stomach and propping her face up on her hands.


"Your ears and tail are showing," He said without raising his head.


"My ears and...tail," She echoed.


"You need to sleep," Connor repeated.


"Like you're one to talk," She fired back.


"Okay, then, you want to play that game," He said playfully, grabbing her under her arms, pulling her beside him.


She let out a little squeal, "What are you--"


He gently pulled his familiar into his neck, her ears tickling his face, the exact thing she'd done to him time and time again.


"Shh," He said softly, "Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."


"Connor," She mumbled, already falling asleep, "What are you...doing..."


She trailed off as she fell asleep, Connor running his free hand through her long, white hair, falling asleep himself soon after.


Minor Timeskip:


Connor woke up right around sunset, the sun shooting orange light through his windows. Eyasluna still wasn't awake, she had latched onto Connor at some point, holding onto him tightly as she slept. It was only a few minutes before she started to stir.


"Hmm," She mumbled groggily, "What time is it."


"The sun's just now going down," He answered, "You feel better?"


"Yeah," She sat up, Connor held back a snicker, "What are you laughing about?"

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