WIP Wednesday (and a belated Monday with no context post)
I was tagged by @mugenjo so here is the latest random WIP universe that I have no idea where is going, but is going somewhere.
The feel of cold toes brushing against his shin, pulls Eliot out of his already light sleep. But it's the noise, or rather, the lack of it, that really wakes him. They've been coming here on and off for the last five years. Usually it's for vacation, stealing a little time for themselves in-between cons, although they've used it a couple of times for hiding out too. But it still - always - takes him a couple of nights to get used to the quiet.
He doesn’t open his eyes yet though, he doesn't need to see to know exactly where he is.
Sophie's little shoebox of an apartment in one of the quieter neighborhoods on the outskirts of Paris.
it's a pied-a-terre, Eliot, it's meant to be this size.
He grins at the way her voice echoes in his head. At how easily he can imagine that slightly exasperated look she sends him every time he calls her Parisian bolthole for a shoebox.
Shifting a little he rolls the shoulder he ain't lying on, just to test the motion of it. Then smiles to himself when he realizes that the painful twinge that's accompanied the motion for the last month, is almost unnoticeable now.
