I tried my best not to disturb." Her hands were held before her, her proper clasping hard to break, but maybe the familiarity was comforting, to her and her grandmother.
"You came back so late last night, Colette,” Phaidra said, a gentle surprise in her tone. It was strange, she thought she'd be more nervous when this would happen (and maybe it was selfish, to think something so wonderful could happen to her, of all people, destined to end before anything like it) but she felt as if she held the sun in her chest and that its light was enveloping every part of her in its warmth. She was dressed properly then, greeting the elderly woman at the door, her bed hidden from view. Would anyone else hear?īut Lloyd had always been a deep sleeper, and with a smile that felt close to blossoming even further, Colette left the bed. She saw Lloyd turn, mumbling some more, before he fell deeper into his sleep. Still, she kept the sheets around her legs. Something about hearing her grandmother then made her calm down instead of fluttering to a panic. "Colette? Have you already returned home?" Even as simple as looking at Lloyd burst every wonderful sensation within her ribs. She was overwhelmed and she never wanted to let go of it. She felt her face heat up, nearly tumbling against Lloyd's bare chest. He was smiling too when he held me and kissed me and touched me. The way he scrunched his forehead, mumbling more into into the pillow beneath made her smile. It was more like something sweet, the feeling intensifying as she looked down on Lloyd's face, inviting a hand to stroke his cheek. There was an ache in her chest, but it didn't hurt. They had just taken a break from their journey when returning to Colette’s home, the sky studded with stars, busy with some unpacking, a small laugh here and there, and then Lloyd had asked her something…Ĭolette stretched, only slightly hiding her lower legs underneath the sheets. And the dim but fierce memories of his eyes and the way his mouth had been warm all over her, both of them leaning onto her bed without realizing it. The blankets were curled and wrinkled around them, letting the sun expose them both more.
The sun shone against his bare skin, highlighting defined slopes, the soft twitch of his fingers as he sunk deep in his own dreams.Ĭolette only noticed her own nakedness after seeing his, after feeling the sleepy urge to rush her palms against his sides. His mouth was half open in a snore, the locks of his hair falling just over his face. The thick blankets of her bed were tangled about his legs. She heard Lloyd to her right, blinked, and turned. Along with familiar breathing by her side. But she'd feel the earth below and the sun above, and remember what she was traveling for.
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The light would stream from the windows to only stroke her face, eyes blinking blearily after too many dreams of darkness and nothing.įeeling the sun now was like back on the journey again, everyone's blankets sometimes a little small, a bit frail, and upheaved by the dips in the ground. She would always tuck herself deep in her bed covers, as if the night would swallow her up if she wasn't careful. The sun was warm on her skin, and that was the first thing that struck Colette as odd.
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