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COMMENTS SCREENED
mountain standard time; thread & scene friendly; random pings loved
will write adult scenes within reason
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[25 May 2011|10:10pm] |
She's plaited hair and pursed lips, a shirt that's not hers thrown haphazardly on for the purposes of modesty, pencil scribbling, editing, erasing and scratching out in turns. She holds the pencil between her teeth and tightens the braid her dark hair is pulled back in, careless for how she must look in this moment and only bothering for functionality, going right back to making her scrawl dance across the page. She's not writing for a purpose, she's writing just to write. The sun comes up and she realizes she's missed the night again, something she hasn't done in weeks.
Barefoot, later, or earlier depending on how you look at it, with two cups of coffee, she pads the now familiar path between kitchen and bedroom, careful not to spill. She only slept a few hours but there's no doubt that she'll sleep during the day if need be, maybe while Jack goes about his business. If they were any other two people, this might be domestic. But they're not two other people, they're them and whatever this is, it's too fucked up to be labeled that simply.
She doesn't bother to try and wake him, just puts the mug of coffee next to his side - 'his side,' the whole thing is his side - and inserts herself beneath the covers in the empty portion of the bed. Blowing steam off the top of her cup, Vesper turns her gaze to the deepening light of morning and relaxes into the pillow, somehow content if a touch on the exhausted side. |
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