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It was very difficult to get things done when your best friend (or boyfriend or mate or whatever the appropriate title actually was) was living in your head. Goliath did his best to allow Elisa to remain in control of her own body, but it wasn’t easy. For either of them.
After all, as well as sharing a body, they shared thoughts and feelings. For Elisa, who was far from forthcoming when it came to her emotions, it was proving to be a constant battle. In many ways, it would have been easier to share with a stranger. They’d reached a comfortable balance in their relationship since she’d woken up from the pods and she didn’t want to disturb that. Not when things were going so well.
If the way that Goliath kept trying to focus on his favourite plays and novels was any indication, the gargoyle was finding it just as hard to keep things that he wouldn’t ordinarily share concealed. And spending a long time as a human was definitely something it would take him a long time to get used it. Elisa sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t have to get used to it. They knew who was responsible for the chaos now. (The goddess, if that was what she really was, hadn’t been particularly secretive.) What they didn’t know was how to persuade her to change them back.
They’d find out.
OOC: Open to anyone who would like to bother Goliath and / or Elisa while they're stuck together during the soulcatcher plot.
After all, as well as sharing a body, they shared thoughts and feelings. For Elisa, who was far from forthcoming when it came to her emotions, it was proving to be a constant battle. In many ways, it would have been easier to share with a stranger. They’d reached a comfortable balance in their relationship since she’d woken up from the pods and she didn’t want to disturb that. Not when things were going so well.
If the way that Goliath kept trying to focus on his favourite plays and novels was any indication, the gargoyle was finding it just as hard to keep things that he wouldn’t ordinarily share concealed. And spending a long time as a human was definitely something it would take him a long time to get used it. Elisa sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t have to get used to it. They knew who was responsible for the chaos now. (The goddess, if that was what she really was, hadn’t been particularly secretive.) What they didn’t know was how to persuade her to change them back.
They’d find out.
OOC: Open to anyone who would like to bother Goliath and / or Elisa while they're stuck together during the soulcatcher plot.
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You've never done this before. I might taking falling asleep for granted, but it's new for you. Just take your time.
(She'd shown remarkable patience when helping the clan adjust to the modern world. She could do the same now.)
Elisa rearranged the blankets and pillows until she was - they were - suitably comfortable, then closed her eyes again.
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Calming down enough to sleep was a challenge of its own. He could distract himself from discomfort at his - at their situation during waking hours, but this human process of sleep did not allow him to consciously distract himself from unloaded thoughts. Consciously distracting himself was exactly what was keeping him - and thus Elisa - awake.
If only he could enjoy this moment for aspects of what it was - an intimate moment of peace with the woman he could not consciously allow himself to acknowledge in worded thought that he loved - without at once wishing for his mind to be his own again, wishing for his body back so he could experience this moment with her, instead of through her.
Your patience is endearing. He could not restrain the feelings he had for her from transferring through their shared physical territory, and 'endeared' was a pale representation of those feelings - but if he couldn't keep his feelings to himself, at least he could wait until Elisa wanted him to, to put words to them where she could hear. I fear mine will run out sooner.
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It's just one night. When we find a way to fix this, things will get back to normal.
The sooner, the better. She ... she cared for him deeply, but this was too close for anyone.
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There were a couple of things he'd have liked to have taken his frustration out on - speaking of doing something physical - and none of them were things Elisa could punch without hurting herself.
As she touched her own hair, he resisted the urge to smile. He concentrated on things he'd read and found worth remembering to prevent himself from dwelling on how much he'd always liked her hair, and how glad he'd be when he could brush it back for her with his own hands.
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
That was almost funny at the moment.
- though I would not mind a little remoteness compared to this.
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Shakespeare? She guessed the name of the writer of that particular poem, before smiling despite herself. It was almost funny. It was as if someone had tried to make it easier for them to be together, but had managed to get mixed up on some very important details. I know what you mean. I don't want remoteness, just a bit of space.
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He'd found that one of the easiest ways to keep his thoughts harmlessly occupied was to put them to the task of recalling poems he'd read more than once. Shakespeare's sonnets had already provided much of the background thought for his day.
If the verses distracted Elisa from having thoughts she would have preferred to keep to herself as well, then all the better.
Your company can only bring me pleasure, but there is closeness, and then there is . . . this.
She wasn't the only one who wanted her space. Goliath was a social creature, but an introverted individual. He valued having his thoughts to himself, in a way he hadn't before considered.
This . . . falling asleep. They were still at the task, a task which felt very much like physical surrender - something Goliath was not at ease doing, particularly not when he was without his usual size and strength, his claws, his fangs, the rest of the attributes that made him sight not to be disturbed in a state of relaxation. There must be something I can do to hasten the process.
Stop thinking might have been one, but that was a challenge he had never set himself to mastering.
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It was worth a try, though.
"You could try counting sheep?" she suggested.
Although it would probably work with a different animal. If it worked at all.
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And what sheep where? It seemed like an arbitrary tactic.
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Keeping her eyes closed, she summoned up the image. A field, a picket fence and a herd of sheep getting ready to jump.
“It stops you think of all the other things that are keeping you awake.”
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He considered pointing out that he had never known a sheep to be particularly effective at jumping - but that was clearly not the point. So far, though, the only thing this technique was accomplishing was causing him to think in detail about sheep. Which was, in its own way, dull enough to encourage sleep.
He pictured one jumping. Then another.
Yes. Absolutely dull enough to encourage sleep.
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