An Argument Of The Past [Josh/Sophie]

[Sophie Newman]

Sophie was the first to wake up the next morning. She had been dreaming about her and her brother being properly Awakened. The thought of both of them being Awakened was exhilarating, as much to her as her brother in the dream.
She had just finished being Awakened, and Josh was next.
Hekate reached out and placed the palm of her hand against Josh's forehead, just as she had done to Sophie. "Josh, son of Sara and Richard, of Clan Newman, of the race humani..." She began in English, but then drifted into a lyrically beautiful language that predated humanity. As she spoke, Sophie saw Josh's aura begin to glow, a bright golden light outlining his body...

Sophie woke up to the light, which, evidently had been the first rays of sunlight just barely beginning to peak through her window.

She walked into the living room, stretching. After finishing, she looked around, and noticed the teakettle that hadn't been put away last night. It reminded her of what had happened last night. The thought slightly saddened her. She took care of it, and then stepped outside their front door, onto the porch. Lying perfectly in the center of the concrete slab of porch, was another newspaper. She looked around at the other houses as she picked it up. Nobody else seemed to be up, or at the very least, hadn't gotten their papers yet (except for one, which was missing). Now that she thought about it, every newspaper, on every porch, for as far as she could see down each end of the road (except for that one), had a newspaper perfectly aligned in the center of it.
Okay... Talk about weird, she thought; and returned inside.

She sat down on the couch, opened up the newspaper, and started reading.
Today's news...
Obituaries...
The weather...
House and job advertisements...
Nothing seemed particularly interesting.

[Josh and Sophie]

Josh slowly rose out of bed, slightly aching.
Instinctively, he strode to the kitchen, to make some tea.
A little startled to see Sophie sitting on the living couch, he stopped in his tracks. "I see you're up early..."
Without waiting for a reply, he continues to the kitchen, looks at the teakettle, and thinks about what had happened last night. To him, the highlight of the argument was that Sophie had accused him of what had happened. But he didn't necessarily blame himself. And he knew that she didn't really mean it. She loved him, and he loved her.After washing out the teakettle, he poured some water in it, placed it on the stove, grabbed two cups, and two packets of tea. He walked over to the table, and sat everything, including himself, down.
"Sophie? I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to lash out..."

[Sophie Newman]

Sophie folded up the newspaper, and replaced yesterday's newspaper on the stand with it.
"I know. It's okay," she said as she threw away the now old newspaper.
She sat down across from him. He looked... drained. Sophie felt perfectly fine, yet her brother seemed like he had a pretty rough night.
Trying to change the subject, she looked at Josh. "So, what do you want to do today? Did you still want to take another stroll around the city, then come back and practice?"

[Josh and Sophie]

"I guess that sounds okay," Josh yawned. "Maybe after I wake up a little more...?"
He gave a short, sly, look.

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