[ waiting for amara to wake up is kind of terrifying. (is this how people feel when she goes into her mini blowback comas?) but lila waits patiently for her to rouse, having enlisted sylar into helping move her to his untouched squire bedroom that neither of them often use since they don't live in the castle. but for now she does. she forces herself to leave the room a few times, because the claustrophobia of staying in one place too long drives her insane, but she's back sooner rather than later.
when amara stirs, lila is curled up on the leather couch, draped with blankets and rubbing her head as she reads, door perched open with one her high heels to allow the breeze from the open window to filter through the room. one of the cats, ferried from the apartment to keep lila company, is on the bed with amara, so she wakes up to a small white cat with big blue eyes passive-aggressively purring at her like that will make the woman pet her. ]
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when amara stirs, lila is curled up on the leather couch, draped with blankets and rubbing her head as she reads, door perched open with one her high heels to allow the breeze from the open window to filter through the room. one of the cats, ferried from the apartment to keep lila company, is on the bed with amara, so she wakes up to a small white cat with big blue eyes passive-aggressively purring at her like that will make the woman pet her. ]
Morning.