@untothisstorm S A I D : “ 🛌 x Villanelle, for Eve ”
of course eve hadn’t fallen asleep yet. in actuality, it felt like she hadn’t slept in over a year now. and yet she still lay there with her eyes closed, trying to steady out her breathing. the thoughts running through her head were deafening. all of the ‘what if’s and ‘what now’s sounding off for rollcall behind her lids. what she wouldn’t give to have villanelle’s reckless abandon or carefree outlook on life. though- eve supposed she kind of did have that now. . . it was asleep in the other room, on the couch. or so she thought. she heard the padding of bare feet enter the bedroom, only to then feel the center of gravity weight down towards her left side. the old eve would absolutely have said something- put up some kind of protest. . . but now? she couldn’t say she was upset with the addition under the covers. sighing as her body rolled over to face the intruder, she chuckled sleepily. her tone was still just a tad judgemental, ❝ you know you could have just said you wanted to sleep in the same bed, right ? ❞
