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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.

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[not_the_philistine]

Why sheep?

And what sheep where? It seemed like an arbitrary tactic.

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"I don't know. It's a tradition. You imagine them jumping over a fence and keep counting until you fall asleep.”

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.”

[not_the_philistine]

The sheep grew a little woolier, a little more dirty as Goliath remembered sheep from his time in Scotland. He'd seen them more there than Elisa had in Manhattan.

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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The authenticity of the sheep probably didn't matter, although Elisa was amused when Goliath made the animals that she'd conjured up a little more realistic. At least it was clearing his mind of more distracting thoughts. She counted along with him, watching sheep after sheep jump over the picket fence.