slippedhalo
author, medium, witch
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Johnathon's small walk and leisurely reading had turned into a soothing nap upon a shady bench almost too soon. This was likely what he got for skipping breakfast. No coffee made any man bleary eyed. Sending a quick message through the intercoms, he let the cooks decide what kind of brunch he'd have. So long as it consisted of a sandwich he supposed then he'd be happy.
Revealing his location he waited for his meal trying to reflect on the strange turns of the last few days. Certainly it had been an adventure and he was seeing it more clearly now how things were. In truth he wanted to see his Aria very badly, and remind her of course that here she was his Aria, and not any one elses. Not Mary Alice. But he'd wait, it wasn't a master's place to go searching, at least not yet. He didn't think she'd be wayward now.
Aria spotted her Master after a long search. She saw he was dozing peacefully and she didn't want to disturb his rest. She instead carefully sat beside him and rested her head against his shoulder, kissing his cheek lovingly as she watched him sleep.


