@snowinabottle gets a starter free of plane crashes
The sun peeks in through the windows, flooding the bedroom with soft light. John stirs, the haze of sleep lifted by the sun and distant sound of birds. Some mornings, particularly in spring, they’re almost too loud, but today, there’s something peaceful about it, something warm about waking with a clear mind.
( where his conscience was often clear, his mind was another demon entirely )
The weight of another body in his bed brings comfort and the feeling of peace and warmth is one that John doesn’t want to lose quickly. When it comes to the kinds of pleasure John chases, he sometimes forgets these little moments. He’ll obsess over materialism and self-indulgence, forget that there’s some peace in the quiet. Not every thrill has to be painted in violence or adrenaline. In some ways, being with Amelia reminds him that he knows how to breathe.
John’s been blessed a number of ways in his life, but to have her here, to have a chance to recapture a spark from his past, he’s blessed all the more. The Baptist’s duties can fall to the wayside for a little while, enough to enjoy the morning. Opening his eyes against the light, he reaches an arm around her, pulling closer and pressing a gentle kiss to her hair.
❝ Are you awake? ❞