The past is present [rp for lapsedsaint]

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte slept wrapped so tightly around John she wasn’t sure where she left off and he started. She didn’t remember being so tired, not since the first days on her own. That sense that everything could come down around her ears was the same, too. Her dreams were disjointed, filled with images of her childhood home and their flat in New York

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[lapsedsaint]

He did as she insisted and made his way out into the living room some time before one. His eyes hurt and he rubbed them as he wandered, trying not to trip over anything.

He found her hunched near her computer and frowned at her. "Baby?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She hit send on the shovel post before turning to respond, leaving the image up on the screen as she reached for him. "Hey, sleepy head. How are you feeling?"

She looked him over carefully, trying to tell for herself how he was.

[lapsedsaint]

"Eyes hurt. And I think I have fur in my mouth." He smiled at her, then eyed the shovel on her screen. "Burying bodies?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

"If you have fur in your mouth, look to the monsters. My hips stayed even with yours all night." She blushed bright red when she heard that out loud. It sounded much dirtier than it had in her mind.

"Yes. Mine. I'm probably going to need a bigger shovel, though."