[ When Alexandrie wakes it is sudden, and for a moment she doesn't know where she is, or when. But the light becomes familiar, the curtains, the pattern of the blankets, the warmth of the skin she's curled against. She tilts her head quickly, to look. Both eyes. No grey (maybe one or two.) He holds her like he wants to keep her close, and she is pressed to his side like she cannot be close enough.
Dreams, all dreams.
The breath she draws feels like the first in a long time.
Things linger— images, the anger, sorrow, fear, joy, and love that belongs to them— but the Veil is drawing over them quickly, and it is like feeling through layers of fabric. Not as sharp, not as real. Still, there are so many, and she presses her face into Byerly's neck to block out the morning until it stops spinning. ]
post-dream wakeup~ (co-starring Bastien later)
Dreams, all dreams.
The breath she draws feels like the first in a long time.
Things linger— images, the anger, sorrow, fear, joy, and love that belongs to them— but the Veil is drawing over them quickly, and it is like feeling through layers of fabric. Not as sharp, not as real. Still, there are so many, and she presses her face into Byerly's neck to block out the morning until it stops spinning. ]