maybe i won't be so small

Mara Witter 25, Magus "Poised, unrefined delicate and loosely lined. Oh I am a dreamer, but I'll deny it 'til the day I die."

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Love, Come out wherever you are Love, No headlights, driving in the dark How am I supposed to find my heart? Love, Speak quiet, barely make a sound Come closer now, come near so I can find you out So I can have you now

[andrew-joseph-golden]

[A.J. laughs at the light peck because she mostly misses. He returns it properly, still only half-awake before. However, a few passing silent moments have blinking his eyes open to look into her face. He smiles tiredly, kissing her again with another small laugh.] Someone’s gonna see us. [He whispers it before closing his eyes again, readjusting more comfortably.]

[marawitter]

Don't care. (Mara still looks half asleep, sounds half asleep, with her eyes shut peacefully and a depth to her voice, but a smile dances casually over her lips. She doesn't care, not anymore, and she proves it by peeking just enough to press her lips soundly against his, landing right this time, lingering.) I like kissing you, (she whispers, a grin crawling on her face, and shuts her eyes again, curling back up against him and leaving another kiss on his jaw before she rests her head.)

[andrew-joseph-golden]

Mrrmph. [When he hears the woman’s voice, A.J. rolls over to drape his arm over her, searching for something grounding after the harrowing experience he’d just weathered. Fatigue still clings to his eyes and limbs, and when he moves to embrace the woman, it’s almost lazy given the suddenness of his awakening. Of course, Mara had already curled into him, and so, without much distance to cover, he squeezes her closer and presses a dazed, half-sleeping kiss to her cheek and then her lips, a clear sign that he’s alright and she shouldn’t worry.] S’fine. Go back to sleep.

[marawitter]

(As his arm loops around her, Mara doesn't bother to open her eyes again. He's safe, and he's with her, and still dazed with sleep there isn't much else in her thoughts, simply those, repeating, again and again. He's here, he's safe, he's hers. She settles into him more contently, humming as his arm settles around her, and she absently chases his lips, pressing a kiss that lands askew on his mouth.) 'Kay. Love you.

[andrew-joseph-golden]

[A.J. jolts awake with a start, and while that is not necessarily a novel action these days, he does let out a bit of a yell as his body recovers from the bit of sleep paralysis. Stress and poor sleep patterns had left him frozen in a state of half-sleep for a few eternal minutes, staring into the dark while bizarre visions played across his vision. It wasn’t the first time it had happened, but it was months since he’d suffered an incident. And this bout of hallucinations had been particularly gruesome, what with the fight they’d put up only a few days earlier.] 

[marawitter]

Mmph. (Mara doesn't wake up the way she should. In this world, with everything happening, she should wake up with a jolt, panic and a racing heart, but she's slept deeply for once. For the first time in weeks, in the arms of her boyfriend, curled up comfortably at his side in the mess of blankets they made for themselves, she's actually slept, and she doesn't want to wake up yet. He relaxes slightly, and she curls back into him, searching for whatever she should say and landing on a drowsy,) Babe?

[beth-magus-blog]

[Beth glances up when someone opens the door to her room. She tilts her head at the other woman across from her and sets down the things she’s been practicing with. At her apology, Beth shakes her head.] It’s alright. Can I help you?

[marawitter]

Yeah, sorry. (Mara shakes her head for a moment, an uncharacteristic flush on her cheeks that she tries her best to swallow. She should have knocked. But she shrugs it away and gives the woman a warmer smile.) I was trying to see if there were rooms left that haven't been ransacked yet. I didn't know anyone was in this one.

[melrose-vincent]

[Felicia turned around at the sound of a voice. She recognized her from before but their interactions hadn’t gone too far beyond introductions, This was exactly the kind of impressions she felt like she made often. ] You could say that. I’m a little unstimulated and it’s getting to me. 

[marawitter]

(Mara cocks her head for a moment. Unstimulated, she thinks, and she isn't completely sure what that means for a moment, especially with all the upheaval they've had over the last few weeks, but she catches on and she smiles. She understands, probably more than Felicia knows, and she still isn't quite out of it.) What were you hoping for?

[andrew-joseph-golden]

He must have been short. [A.J. gives a laugh at that. His body type isn’t exactly the most common, and he’s wider than anything else. Some of the stuff looks like it will be a bit snug for that reason, but he’s grateful all the same.] Yeah? Ain’t really a suit kind of a guy, hate to tell you.

[marawitter]

Taller than me. (AJ's taller than she is. A few inches, at least, enough for her to look up at him comfortably, and she's found she likes it a lot more than the tall men she's used to fucking. So she shrugs, and holds the shirt up to herself for comparison -- wide shoulders, long, and she's practically swimming in it. She giggles and grins and debates stripping to put it on.) Really? Not even for special occasions?

[melrose-vincent]

[Felicia had an idea that before the world fell apart she had some sort of chemical dependency. It was why she always was looking for something to do that numbed the fact that her memory had huge gaping holes in it. She tore through her backpack looking for anything she had in the pockets and noticed that there was nothing. Not even a cigarette. The brunette kicked her backpack hard enough to get it to move, but not so hard that it appeared she was playing football by herself. She took a seat on the floor and rubbed her temple before letting out a sigh] This is gonna be a long day. 

[marawitter]

(Mara's on her way to pick up another can of food when she hears the distinct sound of a kick. And then a sigh, and a voice, and she takes a few steps back, peering into a room she hadn't realized was occupied. It's the girl she met a few weeks ago, Felicia, she thinks, but so much has happened since. Still, she leans against the doorway with a small smile.) Problems?

[andrew-joseph-golden]

Open it, huh? [A.J. cocks a grin, flicking up the suitcase’s latches. It pops open without trouble, and he’s taken aback to see the neatly folded clothing on the inside. Shirts, black socks, hell, even what appears to be a suit. It makes him laugh, a hearty noise which echoes in the back of his throat.] Thank you. 

[marawitter]

Thought it looked like your size. (She leans back for a moment with a small, cocky shrug, and then sits up, perches on her knees, and pulls out a button down, holding it up against his frame. It's not an exact fit, she thinks, but it's close. And, as proud and satisfied as she is for finding it, she's more happy than she is smug. She grins.) Besides, something tells me you'd look good in a suit.

[beth-magus-blog]

[Beth is sitting in an empty room she’d found for herself. She’d just woken up from sleeping for who knows how long. The rest was definitely needed but she hated feeling as though she’d waisted a day sleeping. She yawns and runs a hand through her hair before blinking at her surroundings. After a moment of staring at the wall blankly, she shifts in the bed, sitting up and adjusting the pillow behind her. Staring at her belongings at the end of the bed, Beth focuses on one until it’s lifted up in unison with her hands. She figures she can use the practice.]

[marawitter]

(Mara's still scouring some of the rooms in the hotel. Most have been picked clean, but she'd managed to find some new clothes for the boyfriend the other day and she's still hoping for some jeans without blood permanently spattered over them. She walks into another, eyes darting across the room, but she isn't expecting a person. A person sitting on the bed and staring at her.) Oh. Sorry.

[andrew-joseph-golden]

Aw, thanks, babe, but I already have a broken suitcase. [A.J. snorts out a joking laugh. He would have helped her if he’d realized she’d been toting the thing through the building, but she already has it in the room, apparently not without a struggle.] Here, let’s get it on the bed, huh? [He smiles, standing to heft the thing up onto the mattress as if it weighs nothing at all.] 

[marawitter]

(Mara narrows her eyes at the ease with which he lifts it, but she's still grinning. She's in a good mood today, playful, bright. The hot shower cheered her up, along with managing to find something, and staying with AJ makes her feel like she's returning to a normalcy she doesn't remember, and a contentment she doesn't understand. She slides herself onto the bed, legs curled under her, and looks up at him expectantly.) Well, open it.

[andrew-joseph-golden]

I could have hurt you. [A.J. gives a playful grumble, but it’s hard to stay irritated when he’s in one of the best moods he’s been in for weeks. Setting his gun back on the table, he looks up and flashes the woman a smile over his shoulder before moving for his shirt. Pulling it over his head, he sinks down onto the mattress.] What have you been up to? 

[marawitter]

(Mara shrugs off another apology, choosing to playfully glare at him instead as she tries to lug the suitcase over the base of the door and further into the room. She does metal, not strength, this should be his thing, she thinks, fighting back a smile, but by the time he notices she's to the foot of the bed. She leans against it with a smile, almost smugly.) I got you a present.

[andrew-joseph-golden]

[Although he already has his pants on, A.J.’s towel still dangles around his neck, the hair on his head and chest still glistening with moisture. The showers have brightened his mood, and he’s grateful for the minor pleasures when little else seems to be going his way. Tossing the towel aside, he searches for his shirt and begins to pull it on. However, hearing a crash in the hallway, he drops it, grabbing his gun from the nightstand.] What’s going on?

[marawitter]

(Mara winces. Ever since her shower, she'd taken a break from their room to peer through whatever guests might have left behind, try to scrounge up some clean clothes or a new razor, and she thinks she might have found some clothes in his size. A businessman passing through, she's guessing, and she's been lugging his suitcase with a broken wheel down the hallway and cursing that it's plastic when it finally slams into the door to their room. The gun jerks from his hand as soon as she sees it, but she lets him catch it and twists her mouth.) Sorry.

[marawitter]

Do you think the lost group members will ever find their way back?

I don't know. I hope they do, for everyone's sake.

[andrew-joseph-golden]

Nah, that ain’t true. So I’m sorry ‘bout it. [A.J. gives a light smile, and it lingers on his face for a few moments before fading again, giving way to the same furrowed look of fatigue he was wearing before. He allows Mara to rest on hi, but the kiss comes as another surprise. All the same, he wraps an arm around her shoulder.] Mhm. Love you.

[marawitter]

Of course it is. Or, if you were, I can't remember it. (Mara perches her chin on his shoulder, looking up with a grin. He's always been good to her, always, even when they fought and bickered and probable in the times she still can't remember, so she tries to make him feel better. She does what she can. She leans further into his touch, a smile lit on her lips.) Love you, (she murmurs, and it takes a moment, wide eyes and bit lip and a flush across her cheeks, a stiffening of her spine she isn't sure he's noticed, and a murmur she uses to try and ignore the gravity settling over her. She loves him. She's admitted that to herself, she's even casually admitted it to him, but saying it so openly, so bluntly... Mara swallows.)

[andrew-joseph-golden]

Good. I just don’t want you to think I’m being a dick. [A.J. smirks a bit, but the tired smile quickly fades from his face. He lets out a yawn, stretching his arms over his head. And moving for the bed, he sits beside her, settling comfortably on the cheap mattress that nevertheless feels like heaven after so many weeks without one. He feels like crap, but being with Mara makes it tolerable.] Why do you think I didn’t pick us a double room?

[marawitter]

You never are. Not to me. (It gets a brighter smile out of her. He says that sometimes, she's noticed -- that he's being a jerk or a dick, whenever he's irritated -- and by now it's starting to make her smile. Maybe he's a jerk to other people, people who annoy him, she doesn't know, but for her it's the excuse he doesn't need and doesn't matter. She waits until he settles on the bed beside her before she leans over, settling her head on his shoulder comfortably, only moving to grin and press a kiss to his cheek.) Glad we're on the same page.

[andrew-joseph-golden]

No, I’m sorry. I’m just on edge, I guess. [A.J. lets out a sigh, but he does manage a sincere smile only a moment later, his voice soft. He stretches when she touches him, and while the kiss is surprising, it’s not unpleasant.] You doing okay? You seemed sort of tired earlier. Want to sleep in tomorrow? 

[marawitter]

I know, (she says, and she smiles generously. He doesn't have to apologize. He doesn't have to apologize to her for anything and probably never will, but she doesn't say that. She just squeezes his hand lightly and walks further into the room, peering at the furnishings; it's not as nice as some places she's been, but it's better than a lot of hotels she's seen. She sits on the bed with a smile, stripping off her jacket.) Yeah. Been a long few days. Sleeping in sounds really good. As long as you're sleeping in with me.