Eliza Weber (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} el_omni) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} kings_ransom,@ 2008-05-01 23:27:00 |
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Friday
Who: Eliza and Wyatt
Where: The King's Ransom
What: Exploring!
When: Morning (but not too early)
Eliza had not expected to sleep as well as she did. The guest room of the King's Ransom, though luxurious, was foreign and scary. The previous night, she wasn't sure how she felt with so many mutants on the ship. Her power wasn't exactly there to keep her safe if a situation suddenly turned violent, nor was it easy enough to spot from a distance (though, if push came to shove, she could sleep in some dead language, but that could be seen as a threat).
But Eliza had been pleasantly surprised. Perhaps being placed in the same room as Wyatt had put her more at ease. Perhaps her thoughts shifted when she sat down on the bed. The pillows and mattress were soft and cool and Eliza had curled up in the fluffy comforter and blankets. Under the covers, she stripped off her jeans and slept in her panties.
In the morning, she awoke refreshed, if not a little disheveled. Her hair was deflated and tangled, her shirt was wrinkled, and she would kill for a fresh pair of underwear. She slipped back into her jeans and walked quietly over to the mirror, trying to comb out her hair using only her fingers. She hated the idea of letting anyone see her in this state, particularly Wyatt. There was something too intimate about sharing morning appearances with a stranger, and her image of the night before as the proper young diplomat would be shattered if he saw her like this. She fussed with her bangs, pulled on her shirt, and ran her finger over her teeth, hoping that the mere action of brushing would make the bacteria disappear.
Who: Eliza and Wyatt
Where: The King's Ransom
What: Exploring!
When: Morning (but not too early)
Eliza had not expected to sleep as well as she did. The guest room of the King's Ransom, though luxurious, was foreign and scary. The previous night, she wasn't sure how she felt with so many mutants on the ship. Her power wasn't exactly there to keep her safe if a situation suddenly turned violent, nor was it easy enough to spot from a distance (though, if push came to shove, she could sleep in some dead language, but that could be seen as a threat).
But Eliza had been pleasantly surprised. Perhaps being placed in the same room as Wyatt had put her more at ease. Perhaps her thoughts shifted when she sat down on the bed. The pillows and mattress were soft and cool and Eliza had curled up in the fluffy comforter and blankets. Under the covers, she stripped off her jeans and slept in her panties.
In the morning, she awoke refreshed, if not a little disheveled. Her hair was deflated and tangled, her shirt was wrinkled, and she would kill for a fresh pair of underwear. She slipped back into her jeans and walked quietly over to the mirror, trying to comb out her hair using only her fingers. She hated the idea of letting anyone see her in this state, particularly Wyatt. There was something too intimate about sharing morning appearances with a stranger, and her image of the night before as the proper young diplomat would be shattered if he saw her like this. She fussed with her bangs, pulled on her shirt, and ran her finger over her teeth, hoping that the mere action of brushing would make the bacteria disappear.
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