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He wakes slowly; he's never been good in the mornings. It's become their habit to sleep all in the one bed, all together, within reach of each other's hands. He sleeps on one side of Julie, arm stretched across her and his fingers curleld against Laurence's ribs. It's warm and it feels safe, something to sink into and get lost in.
So it does take him a while to wake, despite the fact that she is insistently calling his name.
Which isn't unusual. He dreams about her often.
He stirs in his sleep, pushing closer to Julie as he does.
So it does take him a while to wake, despite the fact that she is insistently calling his name.
Which isn't unusual. He dreams about her often.
He stirs in his sleep, pushing closer to Julie as he does.
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I put on my own neckcloth, pleased that fashion will hide my scars without looking odd, and then I pause and get the full impact of Captain William Laurence, in his full and proper glory.
"You are positively dashing."
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"Oh, please don't encourage him," says Granby, opening the door once he's sure everyone's fully decent. "He'll begin to abuse my clothing choices on the island with renewed vigor." He looks at Laurence. "Pavillions before breakfast?"
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"Dragons," I say firmly. "Then breakfast."
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"I did rather think so," he says, already heading out of the door, turning down towards the steps that will lead them down to the Pavillions. "We'll see Temeraire first, shall we? Or rather, I'll walk over with you and show my face and then I'll go and see herself. You can bring Julie along when you're ready."
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I refuse to admit something so babyish, but I do agree that I really ought to start with Temeraire, who by all accounts does not breathe fire.
"That sounds sensible," I say, and resist the urge to take Will's arm in the gentlemanly manner I know he prefers, when I am supposed to be a crew member and nothing more to anybody who might look at me.
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