There's a yelp, quiet and cut off as she thumps rather solidly down onto his chest, his arm twined tight around her waist. The amounts of sheer unfairness that her life is made up of lately are really becoming ridiculous at this point.
Breathe, Yvaine.
It is not as though we have not done this before. Well, perhaps not this exactly, but sharing sleeping space is a fairly common occurrence and nothing to write home about, all things considered.
So just breathe. Honestly now, she's not (usually) this pathetic.
"Tristran," her voice rings again, a certain impatient edge to it that hasn't been around for a while - fingers trapped between them, splayed over the place where his heart is. "I am not going to repeat myself."
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Date: 2007-07-16 01:08 am (UTC)Breathe, Yvaine.
It is not as though we have not done this before. Well, perhaps not this exactly, but sharing sleeping space is a fairly common occurrence and nothing to write home about, all things considered.
So just breathe. Honestly now, she's not (usually) this pathetic.
"Tristran," her voice rings again, a certain impatient edge to it that hasn't been around for a while - fingers trapped between them, splayed over the place where his heart is. "I am not going to repeat myself."