Chapter Six: Troubling Thoughts
A/N: Yay, an update! And finally, the answer to the evil cliffy! Hehehe. . .as usual, don't own anyone except Emily, Sarika, and the names for the unnamed daemons. Oh, and in this chapter, Lyra and Pan probably seem a bit distant from each other, and not like they're the same person, but I haven't actually read HDM in a long time, so I've somewhat forgotten how daemons are.
Lyra jogged down the road, legs still as strong and quick as they had been ten years ago. Her eyes saw the sidewalk in front of her, and the everyday people absentmindedly moving out of her way, but her mind saw Will, only Will. She felt, in her heart, Pan's identical feelings, for Kirjava.
As Lyra jogged, she felt an uneasy feeling growing in her stomach. Nervousness, perhaps? But why would she be nervous at seeing Will again? Shaking her head to clear those thoughts away, she slowed to a walk. A tiny voice inside her head laughed, a tinny little sound. You can't possibly be expecting things to be the same, Lyra. You know they've changed - you just can't accept it.
Be quiet, Lyra told the voice furiously. I've accepted it - I told Xaphania so! It's been ten years, so of course some things will have changed.
But, perhaps they've changed more that you're willing to comprehend, the voice said in an evil, but wise tone. Angrily, Lyra slammed a mental wall between her conscious and the voice. Of course they've changed. I've accepted that. I HAVE!
Pan, at the same time, was going through a similar experience, but, being Lyra's calmer, more rational side, he treated the voice differently. Rather than yell at it, he tried to reason with the voice, which was rather stupid, since he was only reasoning with himself. Even so, both Lyra and her daemon arrived at Will's flat in uneasy moods.
At this point, Will was sitting on his couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, idly watching a rerun of Friends that he'd seen about six times, and sipping the vile herbal tea that Emily made him drink. He preferred coffee, but his wife the health nut didn't buy it, and somehow, if he bought it, she'd manage to find it and give it away.
As Monica and Phoebe dashed down into their apartment's basement searching for Ross's lost monkey, the doorbell rang, shakily, as if whoever was ringing it didn't know quite how it worked. This was followed by a series of chimes, as the ringer eagerly pressed the button again and again to see if she could figure out how it worked. Muting the TV, Will stood up and walked over to the door, calling over the din that he was coming.
He pulled open the door, to find a tall woman with golden blonde hair about to ring the bell again. A reddish pine marten peered over her shoulder, clearly very fascinated. Will, however, just about fainted. Unlike Mary, he instantly recognized the person at the door.
"Lyra?" He barely managed to voice the words. "Is. . .that you?"
A/N *giggles evilly* You know, I was going to continue with that chapter, but I prefer to leave it at the most suspending cliffy yet. R/R and you'll find out what happens next!
A/N: Yay, an update! And finally, the answer to the evil cliffy! Hehehe. . .as usual, don't own anyone except Emily, Sarika, and the names for the unnamed daemons. Oh, and in this chapter, Lyra and Pan probably seem a bit distant from each other, and not like they're the same person, but I haven't actually read HDM in a long time, so I've somewhat forgotten how daemons are.
Lyra jogged down the road, legs still as strong and quick as they had been ten years ago. Her eyes saw the sidewalk in front of her, and the everyday people absentmindedly moving out of her way, but her mind saw Will, only Will. She felt, in her heart, Pan's identical feelings, for Kirjava.
As Lyra jogged, she felt an uneasy feeling growing in her stomach. Nervousness, perhaps? But why would she be nervous at seeing Will again? Shaking her head to clear those thoughts away, she slowed to a walk. A tiny voice inside her head laughed, a tinny little sound. You can't possibly be expecting things to be the same, Lyra. You know they've changed - you just can't accept it.
Be quiet, Lyra told the voice furiously. I've accepted it - I told Xaphania so! It's been ten years, so of course some things will have changed.
But, perhaps they've changed more that you're willing to comprehend, the voice said in an evil, but wise tone. Angrily, Lyra slammed a mental wall between her conscious and the voice. Of course they've changed. I've accepted that. I HAVE!
Pan, at the same time, was going through a similar experience, but, being Lyra's calmer, more rational side, he treated the voice differently. Rather than yell at it, he tried to reason with the voice, which was rather stupid, since he was only reasoning with himself. Even so, both Lyra and her daemon arrived at Will's flat in uneasy moods.
At this point, Will was sitting on his couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, idly watching a rerun of Friends that he'd seen about six times, and sipping the vile herbal tea that Emily made him drink. He preferred coffee, but his wife the health nut didn't buy it, and somehow, if he bought it, she'd manage to find it and give it away.
As Monica and Phoebe dashed down into their apartment's basement searching for Ross's lost monkey, the doorbell rang, shakily, as if whoever was ringing it didn't know quite how it worked. This was followed by a series of chimes, as the ringer eagerly pressed the button again and again to see if she could figure out how it worked. Muting the TV, Will stood up and walked over to the door, calling over the din that he was coming.
He pulled open the door, to find a tall woman with golden blonde hair about to ring the bell again. A reddish pine marten peered over her shoulder, clearly very fascinated. Will, however, just about fainted. Unlike Mary, he instantly recognized the person at the door.
"Lyra?" He barely managed to voice the words. "Is. . .that you?"
A/N *giggles evilly* You know, I was going to continue with that chapter, but I prefer to leave it at the most suspending cliffy yet. R/R and you'll find out what happens next!