Aye Aye Campfire, May 28, Sunday Evening

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe sat in front of the campfire, roasting stick with marshmallow in one hand, pen in the other, notebook in her lap.

Every so often, she'd stop, look into the fire, and then start writing again.

After her little glitter mishap this afternoon, she was still covered in glitter. It would make an interesting conversation starter if anybody were

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[conathon]

"Ooh. Marshmellows." Taking a seat next to her, he noticed his arms covered in glitter now and looked over at her, "Glitter attack today, darlin'?" Arched brow and a smirk as he tried to get the evil glitter off of him.

[fatalvoyage]

"Yes, actually," Tempe replied. "They'd do well to label those containers a little better. I opened one today that I got from All & Sundries and it exploded all over me."

She tried to wipe the bits of migrating glitter off of Sawyer. Each swipe tended to add more, though, so she stopped.

"What was even more odd though, was that none got on the floor, or my bunk, even though they were in the same area. Just all over me."

[conathon]

He sputters with laughter, trying his best not too as he reaches for the bag of marshmellows. Sticking one on the end of a stick, he holds it out to the fire to roast.

"That sucks fer you. I guess if we sleep together tonight, I'll be covered in it." He smirked at her then glanced back at the fire.

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe slid her perfectly golden-brown marshmallows off the stick, and stuck it between two graham crackers. She also stuck a piece of chocolate into the melty marshmallow.

Munching on the s'more, she turned to Sawyer. "Hmm. Yeah. Guess that means you don't want to?"

[conathon]

"Like glitter is going to scare me?" He scoots closer to her and wraps his right arm around her waist.

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. "Good, because I get the feeling we haven't seen the end of this glitter."

She ran a hand through her hair. The hand came away glittery. She sighed. "I should go to All & Sundries and ask if they sell anti-glitter shampoo."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Of course, seeing as how the glitter didn't work out so well, I'd have to wonder about any anti-glitter products."

[conathon]

Sawyer liked when she was anywhere close to him, even if it was just her head on his shoulder. He let his hand run up and down her back lightly, "We'll be known as the glitter couple." He says with a small laugh.

[fatalvoyage]

"Better that than something weirder," Tempe decided. She felt all warm inside when he reminded her that they were a couple. Or maybe it was because of his hand on her back. Or both.

[conathon]

His marshmellow caught fire and he hurriedly placed it between two graham crackers with some chocolate. Sliding his hand back around her waist and letting her rest her head on his shoulder, he nibbled on his s'more and hummed a Southern lullaby subconciously.

[fatalvoyage]

Tempe watched as his marshmallow caught fire, and giggled quietly. She was going to offer him her own, but it seemed he'd made out just fine with the burnt one.

"That's a really pretty song," she said as she listened to him hum. "What is it?"

[conathon]

"It's a lil' lullaby called A Fairy Lullaby , my Pa used to hum it to my Ma when she was asleep." He pulled her closer to him.

[fatalvoyage]

"I love it," Tempe replied. She sighed and closed her eyes, content just to listen to him hum.

[conathon]

Sawyer continued to hum it into to her ear, his hand stroking her back gently as she sighed.

[fatalvoyage]

"Mmm. 'm I coming to your cabin tonight?" Tempe asked sleepily.

[conathon]

"Mmhmm." He says slowly, "If ya want."

[fatalvoyage]

"Good," Tempe said, sighing. "I was cold last night. And lonely."