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HDM: Respect
Fandom: His Dark Materials
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Lyra generously offers to protect Roger. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
"Y'reckon the Gobblers'll really come here?"
Roger shifted around a little, closing his eyes lazily. Lyra was a solid presence against his side, warm and meaningless and there. He put an arm around her, just because they were sat in the dark and it was a little chilly and she was a girl and he was a boy. Because it felt like the right thing to do, as things with Lyra so often did. "No. Reckon we're pretty safe here in Jordan College even if they do show up in Oxford."
"If they do come, I'll kill 'em."
He knew she was about to open her mouth and come up with some new story from that seemingly endless imagination of hers, but he wasn't in the mood for that. He was in the mood for a dark, silent friendliness, so he nudged her gently and, knowing when to speak and when not to with the charisma that seemed to come not from her dæmon or her brain but her very bones, she shut up.
"I'll protect you, too," she said, after a moment, and it was a mark of Roger's respect for her that he didn't push her down and scratch at her or something for daring to imply that he couldn't take care of himself. 'Cause he could.
"Thanks," he said, simply.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Lyra generously offers to protect Roger. For
fic_on_demand."Y'reckon the Gobblers'll really come here?"
Roger shifted around a little, closing his eyes lazily. Lyra was a solid presence against his side, warm and meaningless and there. He put an arm around her, just because they were sat in the dark and it was a little chilly and she was a girl and he was a boy. Because it felt like the right thing to do, as things with Lyra so often did. "No. Reckon we're pretty safe here in Jordan College even if they do show up in Oxford."
"If they do come, I'll kill 'em."
He knew she was about to open her mouth and come up with some new story from that seemingly endless imagination of hers, but he wasn't in the mood for that. He was in the mood for a dark, silent friendliness, so he nudged her gently and, knowing when to speak and when not to with the charisma that seemed to come not from her dæmon or her brain but her very bones, she shut up.
"I'll protect you, too," she said, after a moment, and it was a mark of Roger's respect for her that he didn't push her down and scratch at her or something for daring to imply that he couldn't take care of himself. 'Cause he could.
"Thanks," he said, simply.
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Thanks!
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Thanks. Yeah, I do write an awful lot. Not as much as I did at one time, but still an awful lot.