The fact that she does not have a nightmare while she sleeps pinned beneath one of Eskel's heavy arms is a minor miracle in and of itself; the fact that she sleeps through being woken by Léofrith pulling the curtains around the bed back to let the sunlight splash across the bed is a much larger one.
Grumbling, she turns herself in towards the warm bulk of Eskel's body, hiding her face beneath his arm.
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Date: 2020-09-14 12:33 am (UTC)Grumbling, she turns herself in towards the warm bulk of Eskel's body, hiding her face beneath his arm.
"Fuck off," she croaks.