A pale light shone through the windows of one of the occupied room at The Roost. Inside laid two friends, side by side and only partially shrouded by thin, cream sheets. The bronzed Tia peacefully dozed, softly inhaling and exhaling with a light murmur accompanying each repetition or respiration. The light, peach toned female Seeker looked on with with an uncertain frown.
She studied his features, reaching out slowly, almost hesitantly as her fingertips aimed to thread at the short locks draping over his face, her hand turning at the last moment to use the back of her fingers, only to have him and the room around her disappear a mere tick before making contact.
She blinked once, then twice.
It was…
She was no longer at The Roost.
…another dream?
Her hand remained outstretched, looking to gather purchase upon something that was no longer there.
“…ah-†She sounded. A disheartened and confused squeak escaped her throat, her ears splaying flat against her head in embarrassment. Her hand, no longer seeking its prize, slowly retreating towards her chest, trying to shield it as if to protect it from some kind of impending hurt.
Is it so bad to touch him? She thought to herself.
Her brows furrowed, sculpting her features into a visage of irritation.
It would have simply been a friendly gesture. She reassured herself, sucking on the inside of her lower lip, a light hiss of air piercing the otherwise silent scene. A moment later her cheeks puffed out in, tinted red with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance
That same annoyance fueled the hard grip of her bed’s sheets, wrapping them tight to sculpt to her body, taking on its curves and form. A shuffled turn on spot positioned her facing away from the source of her confusion, staring into yet more… darkness.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, slowly drawing her eyelids to a close and pulling the covers high over her head.
She hid.
From the darkness, from the world, from him.
She hid.
Until the warm morning light broke and poured through the window.
She studied his features, reaching out slowly, almost hesitantly as her fingertips aimed to thread at the short locks draping over his face, her hand turning at the last moment to use the back of her fingers, only to have him and the room around her disappear a mere tick before making contact.
She blinked once, then twice.
It was…
She was no longer at The Roost.
…another dream?
Her hand remained outstretched, looking to gather purchase upon something that was no longer there.
“…ah-†She sounded. A disheartened and confused squeak escaped her throat, her ears splaying flat against her head in embarrassment. Her hand, no longer seeking its prize, slowly retreating towards her chest, trying to shield it as if to protect it from some kind of impending hurt.
Is it so bad to touch him? She thought to herself.
Her brows furrowed, sculpting her features into a visage of irritation.
It would have simply been a friendly gesture. She reassured herself, sucking on the inside of her lower lip, a light hiss of air piercing the otherwise silent scene. A moment later her cheeks puffed out in, tinted red with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance
That same annoyance fueled the hard grip of her bed’s sheets, wrapping them tight to sculpt to her body, taking on its curves and form. A shuffled turn on spot positioned her facing away from the source of her confusion, staring into yet more… darkness.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, slowly drawing her eyelids to a close and pulling the covers high over her head.
She hid.
From the darkness, from the world, from him.
She hid.
Until the warm morning light broke and poured through the window.
