"I love to see you so happy," Willy said, his eyes blinking slowly as he fought the urge to sleep. "I will be there. At your play. I liked the man who wrote it. I remember him. Master of ghost stories. I remember one...about a town that hung a witch and she vowed her children would have revenge. And one Christmas day when the son of the man who had hung her came to the manor he ordered the hanging tree chopped down, but out came spiders. Hundreds of venomous spiders. And there was something about divination using the Bible...Just a story he told in the pub. I don't think he ever wrote it down."
He was clearly babbling to keep himself awake and it was a battle he was losing as he held Fin close.
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Date: 2015-12-01 03:05 am (UTC)He was clearly babbling to keep himself awake and it was a battle he was losing as he held Fin close.