plotted facetime starter for @rawrllins
The show was finally over, and though it was nearly 1 am in Saudi Arabia, Saraya found herself flopping onto her couch with phone in handle, fingers sliding along the screen until the dull echo of a facetime call began to ring out. Colby’s name and face decorated the screen as she waited for him to answer, curling her feet beneath her thin body as she grabbed the bottle of beer sitting on her end table and took a sip.
When the call finally connected, the dull sounds of the hotel room rang out and she smiled as Colby’s face finally came into view. She hated to acknowledge the way her heart seemed to skip a beat every time she saw his handsome face.
“I reckon I’ll take my you were right now, yeah?” she joked with him gently, brushing a few stray hairs from her face to tuck behind her ear. “I told you it would all work out alright. You live to fight another week, champ. The new gear was quite lovely too, didn’t think I’d enjoy that colour scheme cos I’m so used to seeing you in the dark hues but it looked lovely. Really accentuated that gaudy white bandage around your torso. Whilst I can appreciate the extra layer of caution, reckon it would have made more sense and been a bit more effective just to have you out there with the tape on your lower back, yeah?”
She realized she was rambling a bit, chuckling to herself as she took another drink from the bottle of beer her fingers were holding tightly. The smile on her face faded from one of jest to one that was soft and simple. “But truly, how are you feeling? Did you visit the medics to be sure you were okay? I know a good bit of it was just selling the beat down but I could see the cringe in your eyes every now and then.”
