MORGAN
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Let the only sound
Morgan was experiencing the sleep of one truly tired: no dreams, just black flat exhaustion; had she not been disturbed hours would have sped by like seconds and she would not have woken until the 'morning' had arrived (distinguishing such things during Longnight was difficult). The sudden jolt to the desk had her reeling upwards, eyes opening before she was properly alert--
Seeing a figure she jumped up and was about to try and reach for a weapon, when she woke up enough to realise it was Mallorie (probably for the best, she did not hear the muttered curse in her hurry). Still for a moment except for heavy breaths she stared at the new-guardswoman through her dishevelled hair, which had come loose from it's usual tie. "...Forgive me, I.." As the moment began to make itself clearer, Morgan felt hot embarrassment run over her body, something she did not often feel. "I must have been tired while working on papers." Obviously.
Trying to appear nonchalant she lifted her hands to begin smoothing her hair back into place. "Can I help you with something, Officer Woodbourne?"
Seeing a figure she jumped up and was about to try and reach for a weapon, when she woke up enough to realise it was Mallorie (probably for the best, she did not hear the muttered curse in her hurry). Still for a moment except for heavy breaths she stared at the new-guardswoman through her dishevelled hair, which had come loose from it's usual tie. "...Forgive me, I.." As the moment began to make itself clearer, Morgan felt hot embarrassment run over her body, something she did not often feel. "I must have been tired while working on papers." Obviously.
Trying to appear nonchalant she lifted her hands to begin smoothing her hair back into place. "Can I help you with something, Officer Woodbourne?"
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
Pockets full of stones
