04-21-2014, 08:10 PM
Reed stroked the fine threads of Trano's hair. He laid his face against her shoulder, eyes closed, breathing steady, and had otherwise settled against her. She knew what she was to him, a drunken mistake for a security blanket. Such was fine with her. He needed it, and she was there to shape and protect him. She was just glad he wasn't an ugly motherfucker.
She sighed, another annoying task with the weight of a bowling ball crushing one side of her chest. She couldn't fucking breathe without being annoyed by him, yet she continued to stroke his hair. The thumb of her other hand stroked his arm where it laid across her waist. He must trust her to fall asleep in her arms. There would never be an easier time to end his life. Luckily for him, he had no reason to fear for it - not tonight anyway.
She made herself glance at the time. It was approaching midnight, which meant her time was growing short. But damn if she wasn't ever-so-slightly comfortable. The light from the city cast half of Nicholas' face in shadow, but she smirked at what she could discern anyway. She'd never admit to enjoying the way he cuddled up next to her, although she'd thoroughly enjoy elaborating on his fondness for spooning.
So this was the face of the future? He looked like a teddy bear, not one of little girl Ninacska's teddy bears, which were filled with voodoo doll rage for stuffing, but like someone's childhood momentos.
He could warp magic with his hands; hurl fire and explode walls by will alone. Her jaw tightened at the thought. People like Reed would always be the ones to pull the strings no matter who came into power. She curled forward enough to kiss the top of his hair and caress his cheek in her palm. Passed out as he was, he barely stirred.
Reed slipped out of his grasp. The floor was cool under her feet, and fresh air swept across her sweat-slicked body. She left the room for a few moments, only to return without so much as donning a robe while she was gone. Nicholas continued to sleep, face in the spot where she laid, an arm and leg kicked over to one side.
She pulled the sheet down until he was uncovered. He shifted in his sleep, likely in response to the rush of cool air against his wet back. He was in decent shape, for which Reed was also thankful, but in this case, his ass was the perfect shape to slap on a patch. It was about the size of a thumbnail, thin and transparent, like a band-aid, he'd likely not notice it until showering the next morning. Or, more accurately, given the drug to seep through his skin, early tomorrow afternoon. Not only could he thank her for the best night's sleep of his life, but also for the lack of hangover otherwise sure to plague him.
Reed stood up, crossed her arms and studied the man enjoying the luxury of sleep, Enjoy it, Trano. While you can, she thought and left.
She sighed, another annoying task with the weight of a bowling ball crushing one side of her chest. She couldn't fucking breathe without being annoyed by him, yet she continued to stroke his hair. The thumb of her other hand stroked his arm where it laid across her waist. He must trust her to fall asleep in her arms. There would never be an easier time to end his life. Luckily for him, he had no reason to fear for it - not tonight anyway.
She made herself glance at the time. It was approaching midnight, which meant her time was growing short. But damn if she wasn't ever-so-slightly comfortable. The light from the city cast half of Nicholas' face in shadow, but she smirked at what she could discern anyway. She'd never admit to enjoying the way he cuddled up next to her, although she'd thoroughly enjoy elaborating on his fondness for spooning.
So this was the face of the future? He looked like a teddy bear, not one of little girl Ninacska's teddy bears, which were filled with voodoo doll rage for stuffing, but like someone's childhood momentos.
He could warp magic with his hands; hurl fire and explode walls by will alone. Her jaw tightened at the thought. People like Reed would always be the ones to pull the strings no matter who came into power. She curled forward enough to kiss the top of his hair and caress his cheek in her palm. Passed out as he was, he barely stirred.
Reed slipped out of his grasp. The floor was cool under her feet, and fresh air swept across her sweat-slicked body. She left the room for a few moments, only to return without so much as donning a robe while she was gone. Nicholas continued to sleep, face in the spot where she laid, an arm and leg kicked over to one side.
She pulled the sheet down until he was uncovered. He shifted in his sleep, likely in response to the rush of cool air against his wet back. He was in decent shape, for which Reed was also thankful, but in this case, his ass was the perfect shape to slap on a patch. It was about the size of a thumbnail, thin and transparent, like a band-aid, he'd likely not notice it until showering the next morning. Or, more accurately, given the drug to seep through his skin, early tomorrow afternoon. Not only could he thank her for the best night's sleep of his life, but also for the lack of hangover otherwise sure to plague him.
Reed stood up, crossed her arms and studied the man enjoying the luxury of sleep, Enjoy it, Trano. While you can, she thought and left.