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Title: Not Unallied to Angels
Fandom: Sky High
Rating: Teen
Tags: Post-canon, Introspection, Ethical Dilemmas
Pairing: Warren/Will/Layla (but all of this is Warren's introspection)
Length: 1580 words
Notes: Sequel to With Bitter Herbs and Rue and won't make sense without having read that. Fortunately, that's only about 450 words. There will be an eventual third story with Will's POV.

Series Blurb: If Layla's destiny wasn't plain to see, it had to be because no one was looking.

Story Blurb: Of course, Warren noticed.

Not Unallied to Angels at AO3.

Series listing with both fics at AO3.

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We had four guests yesterday for games. The guests were a long time friend and her daughter and a woman I met at UCon and her husband. Our friend knew them, so I was a bit more willing to gamble on a longish gathering than I might have been otherwise. We played two games of Flash Point and one of Microscope. The Microscope game got really, really silly and so made a good way to end the evening.

We ordered from Cottage Inn, and they actually got my pizza right this time.

Cordelia spent part of the afternoon at the library then sat in the living room, watching library DVDs, until everyone left. I think she was a bit annoyed to have people over. Her stated preference was to stay out until after everyone left, but we weren't sure when we'd be done. As it ended up, she could have stayed at the library if she was willing to wait until 8:30 or so to eat dinner (she didn't have enough money to buy a meal downtown. I bought her a late lunch before leaving her downtown).

I banged my elbow (the bad one, of course) really hard on one of the kitchen cupboards. That particular door has been a constant problem in that regard because we're opening it constantly to get dishes and not getting it to stay closed after. It's right next to the sink and over both the dishwasher and the pressure cooker. Banging one or the other elbow on that door is a two to three times a week thing for me, so I asked Scott last night if we really had to have a door on the damned thing.

He removed the door this afternoon and plans to look into putting up a curtain instead. He also got rid of half of the leaves from the front yard (we may be stuck with the other half until April because I'm pretty sure that Wednesday is the last compost pick up until then. They usually stop at the beginning of December) and rearranged things in the garage so that the car will fit.

Scott and I transferred more money from Cordelia's account to our checking yesterday. It's all going directly for her medical expenses. She's sporadically worrying that we're running out of money which makes discussing money while she's around very fraught. There's still about $3500 in her savings with a bit more from Social Security every month, and Scott's parents have an investment account for her that we can legally tap for medical expenses. That last has about $4000 in it.

I'm a bit frustrated because I haven't managed to sleep past about 6 a.m. any time while Cordelia's been off school. I'm staying up late because I expect to sleep in (and because I'm stupid about that) and then waking between 5 and 6 and not falling back asleep no matter how long I stay in bed. I can get my body to rest at that point, but my mind runs in circles.