kiss roulette 🤍 24, a sleepy kiss.
ㅤㅤshe's fallen asleep on one of the countless sofas that litter the compound, half read novel dangling precariously from slender fingers. she's snoozing rather easily, considering she's in the home of those who were once her mortal enemies. funny how time can change most anything, if given enough room to unfurl its influence. she feels safer here than anywhere else, something she makes sure not to take for granted. elijah is truly the main reason for this, and so when she hears his voice saying her name, she's far from concerned or surprised. dreams featuring him have only become more common since she's found herself in nola, a fact she excuses away because that seems inevitable with proximity.
ㅤㅤso when her eyes drowsily open halfway, she's only pleased to see him. still mostly asleep, she believes this to be another dream, and a soft smile pulls at her lips in response. ❛❛ mm, hi, ❜❜ she sighs sweetly, forgoing her grip on the book for wrapping her arms around his neck. she uses her grip on him to lift herself up, brushing a gentle greeting kiss to his lips. her heart of course flutters, and she thinks nothing more of it until he doesn't respond the way she expects the way he usually does in these dreams. her brows pull together in confusion, her hands automatically releasing him as she comes to an unfortunate realization.
ㅤㅤ❛❛ wait ... am i awake? ❜❜ mortification shoots through her and she jerks upright, narrowly avoiding headbutting him in the process ( as if this couldn't get any more embarrassing ). she presses her hands to her flushed cheeks, dark gaze staunchly avoiding his. ❛❛ i'm sorry - that was, i was half asleep ... um. i don't suppose you just could forget that happened? ❜❜ she certainly won't be able to, as brains often make the embarrassing things the most difficult to forget. but if he could at least never bring it up ... maybe she can recover.
