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RE: your hands are scarred from murder - Maea - 02-21-2020
Small, content noises eased from her throat as she nestled in with him, so tired her head felt a foggy mess. The blanket he pulled over them felt stifling, far too warm with him to keep the temperature up... but after poking her feet out, it became tolerable enough that she could settle.
Yawning, she made some small questioning noise, rather beyond words already. It had been such a long day. Up before dawn, off to Torchline with all it's reckless adventures, and then to come home to Sunjata and this. It was enough to make any girl exhausted. Even one so restless as her.
If he studied the ceiling, then the only thing Maea saw was the inside of her own eyelids. Her hand stroked the skin of his back, slow and soothing, for as long as she was awake. But it did not take long before she drifted off, and if he ever explained what he was talking about... she didn't hear it.
RE: your hands are scarred from murder - Sunjata - 02-21-2020
She makes quiet and content sounds as she nestles in with him, and he keeps her tight to his side, commenting quietly before he glances down to her to realize she’s exhausted. And he should have expected that, to be honest. So instead, he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, resting back in the blankets and reaches up to rub a hand along his neck where how sore it was would likely yield purple spots in the morning.
He wasn’t complaining, his girl was back after all. But he does manage to let the swell of sleep begin to take him, the arm at his neck slipping under the covers to cover her more, tucking his head into the area above her head on the pillows. “[say]Ek is lief vir jou.[/say]” He hums quietly in his own language, before drifting off to sleep himself.
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