- room 220 - monday morning - 08/31 -

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Fiona was something of a deep sleeper. She always had been; it was one of those delightful constants that hadn't been changed by everything during her last birthday, or what had come after. Perhaps it took her longer to drop off to sleep with such worries wandering through her head, but once she was there, she was outOut, naked, and curled up

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Deep slumber was a blessing Griff didn't often receive. Pulled from his dreams of vampires (he needed to stop reading those novels), he woke up missing the feel of fluff at his side and turned to see where she'd gone-- only to be greeted with sleeping naked girl.

There were no words, just staring.

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In sleep, some of the severity was gone from Fiona's face; she looked... sweet. A little fragile, even.

[youcantfollow]

The almost peaceful look across her face would be blamed for why his hand reached out to push some hair away from her face...and then he remembered she was still naked and sleeping and his mental flail was quite possibly going to rip him apart.

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...it probably didn't help that she leaned into his touch, sleep-soft lips curling just a little in a rare expression of simple happiness.