You can only move as fast as the person in front of you - (rp memory for codenamepyro)
There were fingers in her hair as she slept. There always were. Fingers in her hair, arms wrapped protectively around her. It was amazingly pleasant, even if the ground they were sleeping on was hard and the only thing between them and the ground was a crappy piece of cardboard. They were hidden, though. That was a bonus since most nights, Esme used her wings as blankets. Short, leathery blankets but it kept them warm most of the time and God help her and her Firefly if the wrong person saw that. With the FoH running around, not to mention the other anti-mutant crazies, life was pretty damn dangerous for the two of them.
At the same time, both of them were damn convinced that as long as they had each other, they'd be fine. She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable and Johns arms tightened slightly, a faint frown appearing on his face. Esme sighed, her head on his chest and her arms as around him as they can get without making sleep uncomfortable for him.
"M'not going anywhere, dumbass," she said, hugging him slightly. That seemed to reassure him and he relaxed a bit. Carefully sticking a hand in her pocket, she pulled out a watch they'd stolen the day prior. The pawn shop had been closed by the time they got to it so they couldn't cash it in.
"Damn. We should get up, though. It's almost ten." How the hell did they manage to sleep so late?
At the same time, both of them were damn convinced that as long as they had each other, they'd be fine. She shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable and Johns arms tightened slightly, a faint frown appearing on his face. Esme sighed, her head on his chest and her arms as around him as they can get without making sleep uncomfortable for him.
"M'not going anywhere, dumbass," she said, hugging him slightly. That seemed to reassure him and he relaxed a bit. Carefully sticking a hand in her pocket, she pulled out a watch they'd stolen the day prior. The pawn shop had been closed by the time they got to it so they couldn't cash it in.
"Damn. We should get up, though. It's almost ten." How the hell did they manage to sleep so late?