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totalwildcard) wrote2024-08-20 03:59 am
totalwildcard) wrote2024-08-20 03:59 am
Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning
Harley had spent most of the weekend on the mainland. Not just Baltimore, either - she'd taken the kid out on a little road trip. Yanno, for life lessons! Most of them criminal, of course, but that was sort of how their mentorship worked, so someone else could handle the boring stuff. Anyway, they'd had fun!
So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --
And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.
She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.
And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.
(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)
You awake yet?
(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)
So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --
And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.
She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.
And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.
(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)
You awake yet?
(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)
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Touching was great.
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Understatement.
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Honesty. Not a speech or a sonnet.
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The hand on his should slid up, all the way to where it could muss up his hair - well, even worse than it already had been.
That something soft lingered on her face.
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"Is that supposed to scare me?"
Didn't seem like it was. If anything, she just messed with it more.
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Smiling, when he couldn't really see it.
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She was a great believer in his ability to relax. When conditions were right.
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She was just listening to Marc breathing. Felt the rise and fall of her own chest, his weight on her, the texture of his hair as her fingers moved through it.
She just felt...
Calm.