♗ [ ???why not, since i'm here ]
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
It had been too long since you’d seen her.
The most recent meeting had been mostly silent at the beginning, the skim of fingers gently over clothed backs and arms wrapped tight around each other, lips pressed into her hair and body wound just a little too tight in fear of letting her go and her disappearance again. You'd tugged her into your apartment, curling up with the smaller figure on your futon and sitting against her, fingers interlaced with her's and head gently resting against Rox's. It's nice to have her back. You'd missed her too much.
There's only quiet words exchanged under the sound of some dumb kid's movie that happened to be on at the same time, telling stories of what each other had missed since the two of you had been parted. There's a calm, sleepy sort of vibe gently curling up your limbs, making your eyes soften and head droop a little as her's nestles against your shoulder, your thumb still working continuous little circles over the back of her hand. The warmth and happiness of the situation drags from you sleep you've been avoiding for too long, but it looks as if Rox is beating you to it.
Her head is slowly slipping down your body, eyes drifted shut and grip loose in your hand while Rox adjusts herself subconsciously to fall in slow motion from her spot. It’s a little endearing with the way she moves down closer and sleepier to you, head moving from your shoulder, to your chest, to eventually your crossed thighs. Her eyes are fully closed and her breathing has evened out enough to prove she’s asleep, fingers still loosely resting against your palm and your own fingers still in her hair.
It’s peaceful. It’s calm, it’s intimate-- she trusts you enough to let her tired guard down and collapse against you, letting unconscious take over her mind and brain and leaving her completely defenseless in your arms. Not many people have trusted you quite like this-- you can only name four, and two of them are from this reattempt at modern-day societal interaction, and it stings in the best way to know she does. You care for Roxanne, you really do, and you’re thankful she does too.
