#harvebelle

[likemarblestatues-blog]

@ridin-thestormout harvebelle

if either of you would like to do a thing, come at me lovelies :)

[filiusdevium-archived]

                  ’ Honey, this ain’t a library, it’s a BAR.         You know, the ROADHOUSE. It’s me & my mom’s ?? ’

       ❝ ‘m lookin’ for a book on            ‘eaven. Less talkin’ more            lookin’, barkeep. ❞

[riighteousman]

harvebelle replied to your post: top secret promo fam

I SEE YOU BREE

/ STARTS SWEATING PROFUSELY

[sonuva--bitch]

"Hush go back to sleep." ( -- harvebelle )

Taking a break from the three hour nights and the bad dreams is just as good as he'd always imagined it being, and even more so when it's Jo he's waking up to and falling asleep beside. His masculinity organ tells him it should be the other way around, with her falling asleep on him - but he's out of it, and he's comfortable, and he knows his masculinity organ has a tendency to overreact anyway.

It's still dark when he opens his eyes, but she's awake. He wonders how long he's been out, and if she's been up this whole time, and what she's been doing if she has been. He's laying crooked on his belly with his head on her chest, and she's got a hand on his shoulder and another in his hair. He remembers the lack of faith his dad always had in hypnosis and has to disagree - it's real and effective and presently, he's experiencing it.

The clock on the bedside table flashes 3:56 am in red, and he scrunches his brows and cranes his neck just to look at her.

              ❝ You still awake ?  ❞    

He slurs, looking all kinds of exhausted, with the way his hair is stuck up and his eyes are barely half-lidded. He snuggles embarrassingly closer and runs a hand up and down her bare hip. He doesn't get it - sex always knocks him right out, and yet here she is hours later, still up.