i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
El was tired in a bone-deep type of way when they got to George's place. They'd woken up in the wee hours of the morning to catch the sunrise on the beach and was so charmed by the sights and smells and sounds that they stayed for many hours after. It was close to midday at this point, and their bodily energy was sapped by the sun. They were decently tanned and definitely had sand stuck in their hair and clothes.
El had been staying with George since they got to Torchline, a temporary situation as they settled in their own place. The Thieves' Guild may have been an option, but the backroom of a bar wasn't the most peaceful place to rest. It wasn't bad, and they weren't bothersome to each other. Most of the time, George wasn't at home anyway.
So they were caught by surprise when they walked into the place, saying "I'm home!" loudly out of habit, and found George there on the couch, holding...were those knitting needles?
El had been staying with George since they got to Torchline, a temporary situation as they settled in their own place. The Thieves' Guild may have been an option, but the backroom of a bar wasn't the most peaceful place to rest. It wasn't bad, and they weren't bothersome to each other. Most of the time, George wasn't at home anyway.
So they were caught by surprise when they walked into the place, saying "I'm home!" loudly out of habit, and found George there on the couch, holding...were those knitting needles?
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
