Nova
Here's to alcohol,
She hadn't thought herself that tired, but once she'd stopped moving and talking and using what energy she had, she realized just how little remained to keep her awake, and she slipped into sleep without another thought. Her moment of sleep was calm and peaceful, undisturbed by dreams or physical discomfort. It was blissfully silent, a drifting through nothingness that embraced her consciousness like a warm weighted blanket, a much-needed break after all their fun.
After some time, the smell of food eased her back to consciousness, inviting her to return to the sweet reality where a hot meal was being cooked over a fire. She blinked her eyes open slowly, recognizing that Marcus had returned with something that smelled delicious. For a heartbeat or two (maybe longer), she just stared, watching him strip the animal like he'd done this a thousand times. She suspected he had based on what he'd told her, but it was still interesting to see, a skill she didn't possess even with her magics.
The delicious smell sang to her stomach, calling for her to stir from her peaceful staring. Making a small noise, Nova sat up rubbing at her eyes. Her hair was a little wild, the lavender and blonde curls sticking out at odd angles like a spiky halo wreathed in red light. She moved in slow, heavy movements to join Marcus at the fire, her bubbly nature still loading with the rest of her mind when she asked drowsily, "What'dja catch?" Her sweater dress brushed against him as she sat close, absorbing his body heat as much as the fire's in her tired state. Looking primarily to the juices that sizzled into the flames, she drew her lip into her mouth, taking a deep breath of the smell.
After some time, the smell of food eased her back to consciousness, inviting her to return to the sweet reality where a hot meal was being cooked over a fire. She blinked her eyes open slowly, recognizing that Marcus had returned with something that smelled delicious. For a heartbeat or two (maybe longer), she just stared, watching him strip the animal like he'd done this a thousand times. She suspected he had based on what he'd told her, but it was still interesting to see, a skill she didn't possess even with her magics.
The delicious smell sang to her stomach, calling for her to stir from her peaceful staring. Making a small noise, Nova sat up rubbing at her eyes. Her hair was a little wild, the lavender and blonde curls sticking out at odd angles like a spiky halo wreathed in red light. She moved in slow, heavy movements to join Marcus at the fire, her bubbly nature still loading with the rest of her mind when she asked drowsily, "What'dja catch?" Her sweater dress brushed against him as she sat close, absorbing his body heat as much as the fire's in her tired state. Looking primarily to the juices that sizzled into the flames, she drew her lip into her mouth, taking a deep breath of the smell.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
