I need somee mccfuckinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn fluffy carlosh please and thankyou blueberryshortcake.
Carolina is a restless sleeper.
It’s like she’s running, full tilt in whatever dream or nightmare she finds herself in, she shifts and kicks and fights.
She goes in the middle. Between himself and Washington…she settles only twitching every now and then when covered on all sides.
Washington doesn’t fall asleep easily.
He does his very best to exhaust himself in the early evening, reads technical manuals and field manuals before bed, and still ends up staring up at the ceiling every time. There are too many memories playing through his head for him to relax when he has nothing else distracting him.
Locus’ hand reaches around Carolina’s head to Washington’s and gently combs fingers through his hair only stopping when when Washington’s breath is deep and even.
As for Locus he doesn’t like to sleep while they sleep. He has no trouble falling asleep. He’s trained himself early on to get rest when he can, but he… enjoys watching. Protecting. They are soldiers, warriors, better than he is in many ways, they didn’t need protecting.
And yet both slept so much more soundly when they are together like this.
And in the morning he drifts to sleep as Carolina kisses his jaw and Washington, curled around her, presses his palm to Locus’ cheek in thanks.
