Jan 25, 2021
@heavenlyexiled asked ‘ you awake? ’ | ( accepting )
She’s lying on her back, hands comfortably folded over her stomach, ankles crossed and a bag stuffed underneath her head. A sleeping position that many would find her in, if Brighid allowed herself the vulnerability of sleeping in their presence. The Marine is not sleeping, despite her closed eyes seemingly convey; instead she’s listening to the world around them. Or lack thereof. As Elizabeth’s voice pierces the darkness, her head tilts in the direction of the noise one eye peeking open, the other then following.
“Almost always,” is the response that falls from her lips. “Everything okay?”