Eloise
As Jack flopped down next to her, the illusionist instinctively arched her body to match his. The rise of pleasure might already be declining, but Eloise' need for closeness hadn't. Still, it wasn't the desperate attention-seeking behaviour of before, nor anything nearing the first blushes of love or even a crush.
Grinning wearily silently into the sheets at that admission, Eloise tilted her head ever so slightly over her shoulder. "Just so long as you don't expect me to keep that secret." She hummed in reply. Reaching for the part of one of the sheets not entirely tangled around their limbs, the navigator lazily draped it over their bodies.
"Now shut up and let me sleep." Slowly, softly, she let whatever new magic she could feel spool out around Jack. But just like the sheets, it was used lazily. Given the captain's earlier reaction she'd not dull him entirely to the world. But turn it all down that they might both get the sleep they deserved? She could do that.
Grinning wearily silently into the sheets at that admission, Eloise tilted her head ever so slightly over her shoulder. "Just so long as you don't expect me to keep that secret." She hummed in reply. Reaching for the part of one of the sheets not entirely tangled around their limbs, the navigator lazily draped it over their bodies.
"Now shut up and let me sleep." Slowly, softly, she let whatever new magic she could feel spool out around Jack. But just like the sheets, it was used lazily. Given the captain's earlier reaction she'd not dull him entirely to the world. But turn it all down that they might both get the sleep they deserved? She could do that.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
