[QL] -- wow tl;dr sorryinthecenterfoldApril 29 2011, 07:45:33 UTC
Smoke's been trying to recover from the Wilderness and thought some sleep would do some good after being away from his own bed for that long. Then comes... this interesting number. It's more than a little weird, feeling it all from her perspective. That last feeling of the wings dropping off? Not a very good feeling. Being the smaller body surrounded by muscular arms, knowing what he smelled like to her, feeling his own lips on 'his' skin, that was more than a little weird. It also evoked more than a few half-memories in him he'd have rather kept buried
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[QL] -- no prob ♥paintitgrayApril 29 2011, 08:02:47 UTC
She'd tried rolling over and going back to sleep, but tossing and turning hadn't helped and neither had pulling the covers over her head. Finally, she'd thrown them off and gotten up to make herself a cup of tea, with a spare blanket wrapped over her shoulders to keep warm. The night was a chilly one
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He winced and turned away at first. "The Wilderness - got stuck without my journal." Then he looked back at her. "Alone. That's why I couldn't get back, or even ask for help. I was gonna write something tomorrow, since it still hurt today."
The Wilderness. He was trapped in the Wilderness. Alone. For an awkward moment, Kurayami stared at him, letting that idea sink into her sleep-fogged brain. She knew what that could mean, at its worst.
"God," she murmured, finally. "Was it a good Wilderness, at least?"
As she spoke, she reached out for him, as if to touch his cheek. Sense caught up, and her fingers stopped short, paused in midair. She wanted to kiss him - half to reassure him, half (selfishly) to reassure herself after that hell of a dream - and the realization left her feeling oddly shy, after almost three weeks of his absence. She swallowed, glancing at him for some cue.
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"God," she murmured, finally. "Was it a good Wilderness, at least?"
As she spoke, she reached out for him, as if to touch his cheek. Sense caught up, and her fingers stopped short, paused in midair. She wanted to kiss him - half to reassure him, half (selfishly) to reassure herself after that hell of a dream - and the realization left her feeling oddly shy, after almost three weeks of his absence. She swallowed, glancing at him for some cue.
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