Aug 10, 2014
☼ ( abxttoir. )
send me a ☼ for my character’s reaction to having found yours, fast asleep and half hanging off of the bed/couch.
It was half past twelve. Looking out of his kitchen window, there still wasn’t any sign of movement from her house. It was unusual for her in that time of day. He knocked again for the seventh time, even though he knew the back door wasn’t locked. But after another, he decided to go in anyway. His steps were echoing through the hallways as he made his way to the living room, setting a bag full of food he bought last night on top of a table. He found Eleanor still fast asleep, half of her body was limp on the floor.
“Eleanor, —wake up.”
