At one point during the night, Lili had woken up and nearly bolted from the unfamiliar bed she was laying in. Where was she? How had she gotten here? What the...?
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she began to relax. Body easing and some of the tension dissolving as she took a second to process exactly where she was: simple lodgings, the smell of nearby woodchips, familiar architecture...She was in one of the rooms in her company house. Glancing sidelong, she chuckled at the other resident of the bed.
Somewhere during talking and staying tucked away, they had fallen asleep. She barely remembered when the moment was that sleep possessed her during talks of other matters. Her growing up in Limsa, his in the Shroud...and the original invitation to hide away in his room if she needed the time away. Which, as of late, was welcomed. People were banging on her office door at odd hours of the day and night for advice, paperwork to sign, new jobs to sign off on...
It was one place most people would never dare to look.
Rubbing some sleep from her eyes and knowing she wouldn't remain conscious for long, she reached up to brush some blonde hair from his face. Good. He was sound asleep still. A part of her nudged that perhaps she should sneak back into her office and crawl back into the cramped space in the back where her bed, dresser, and chest lie. All things familiar. But, here was more comfortable. So here she'd stay.
Stretching out, Lili reclined back onto the bed and adjusted her leggings and top so she could get comfortable again. While she did, something caught her eye.
His arm. Those marks that told the tale of what drove him from home, and reminded her of his plans to one day flee for the safety and betterment of others. Her jaw tightened at the none too distant memory. No. She would try to keep a better eye on him from now on. He wasn't going to resign himself to that fate. Not if she had anything to say about it. With that thought, she rolled back over and drifted back into slumber quickly.
The Society wouldn't let him either.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she began to relax. Body easing and some of the tension dissolving as she took a second to process exactly where she was: simple lodgings, the smell of nearby woodchips, familiar architecture...She was in one of the rooms in her company house. Glancing sidelong, she chuckled at the other resident of the bed.
Somewhere during talking and staying tucked away, they had fallen asleep. She barely remembered when the moment was that sleep possessed her during talks of other matters. Her growing up in Limsa, his in the Shroud...and the original invitation to hide away in his room if she needed the time away. Which, as of late, was welcomed. People were banging on her office door at odd hours of the day and night for advice, paperwork to sign, new jobs to sign off on...
It was one place most people would never dare to look.
Rubbing some sleep from her eyes and knowing she wouldn't remain conscious for long, she reached up to brush some blonde hair from his face. Good. He was sound asleep still. A part of her nudged that perhaps she should sneak back into her office and crawl back into the cramped space in the back where her bed, dresser, and chest lie. All things familiar. But, here was more comfortable. So here she'd stay.
Stretching out, Lili reclined back onto the bed and adjusted her leggings and top so she could get comfortable again. While she did, something caught her eye.
His arm. Those marks that told the tale of what drove him from home, and reminded her of his plans to one day flee for the safety and betterment of others. Her jaw tightened at the none too distant memory. No. She would try to keep a better eye on him from now on. He wasn't going to resign himself to that fate. Not if she had anything to say about it. With that thought, she rolled back over and drifted back into slumber quickly.
The Society wouldn't let him either.
