BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face. / leon & eris! @dspndncy
she didn't remember falling asleep. barely remembered how they got here (heavy footed, bones lead with exhaustion and fatigue). the sheets had a stale smell that eris had never experienced before, something that caused her nose to wrinkle as she slowly began to rouse. they were on the west side of the building -- light filtered through the windows as best it could given that the curtains had been fastened shut, but they were thin enough that the room wasn't completely enclosed in darkness. maybe she wished that it was.
his smell was becoming familiar to her -- something warm, a hint of coffee or something similar, a tinge of leather and musk. more comforting than she thought it would be, and stronger when she realized that he was a bit closer now. had they fallen asleep like this? facing each other, not even under the blankets? maybe. with everything they just experienced, she was surprised that they even made it to the motel.
fingers against her skin, her hair -- her own fingers twitched where they rested on the bed in between them and eyes slowly opened just a bit. just enough. vision focusing as she watched him in the dim morning light.
"i'm sure all the blood in my hair is a real good look," came her gentle mumble. god, she didn't even SHOWER before passing out. still caked in dirt and sweat and blood and -- she didn't even wanna think about what else. these poor sheets. the corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she simply... looked at him. took him in. they were ALIVE. wasn't that insane?
"penny for your thoughts?"