( it happens in no more than a breath, their surroundings shifting to one of the rooms from his painted thoughts, the very last one he'd clung to, where she'd caught a brief flicker of her own frame bundled within the sheets. he confirms her wonder the moment it arises, his room, and fittingly so — the darker hues coupled with a warm lighting was something intimate, bold as it was soft — something that felt safe, as if the room itself held you. letting herself into another's mind wasn't something she did lightly; only if the means called for it. no matter how angry, how hurt she was, she recognized it still as something precious, the privacy of one's personal thoughts, what hides there in the corners with the knowing that no one could listen.
he guides her towards the crisply made bed and it reminds her of her hotel room, big enough to swallow her entirely, only now with cooler toned fabrics, something dark to hide in. it tempts her, but she knows the moment she's down there's no part of her that'll be willing to get back up. to think she used to complain over restless nights — now, there's a nagging within her that wants to fight sleep from taking her. that knows the sooner she falls asleep, the sooner she'll wake to find him gone.
she's tired, reflexes something lazy, and it's only once he's reaching for her with his opposite hand that she recognizes the familiar lace of fingers with hers in the other. the tension is thick when she pulls it free, only to wrap lithe arms around her own frame, as if she could hold all of the wounded pieces within her together.
a slight hesitation, but she nods in reply, a silent permission, averting her gaze across the room. )
I, ah—I should shower. ( she attempts to clear her throat, to find something steadier in anticipation of his hand at her cheek, but it still comes up quiet. worn and unsure. ) I'll shower and then... I just need to sleep, and I'll be fine.
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he guides her towards the crisply made bed and it reminds her of her hotel room, big enough to swallow her entirely, only now with cooler toned fabrics, something dark to hide in. it tempts her, but she knows the moment she's down there's no part of her that'll be willing to get back up. to think she used to complain over restless nights — now, there's a nagging within her that wants to fight sleep from taking her. that knows the sooner she falls asleep, the sooner she'll wake to find him gone.
she's tired, reflexes something lazy, and it's only once he's reaching for her with his opposite hand that she recognizes the familiar lace of fingers with hers in the other. the tension is thick when she pulls it free, only to wrap lithe arms around her own frame, as if she could hold all of the wounded pieces within her together.
a slight hesitation, but she nods in reply, a silent permission, averting her gaze across the room. )
I, ah—I should shower. ( she attempts to clear her throat, to find something steadier in anticipation of his hand at her cheek, but it still comes up quiet. worn and unsure. ) I'll shower and then... I just need to sleep, and I'll be fine.