Michaela Lawson (_michaela_) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-06-27 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermes, michaela lawson |
Having finished off another drink and collected the keycard from the woman Dionysus had sent to deliver it to her, Michaela said her goodbyes to Anthony and headed for the elevator. She'd said she was going to make West wait and she had. He was safe. He was here and she could rest easy in that knowledge, but she didn't need to race to his side. If he was sleeping, he wouldn't know when she arrived.
Still, her nerves jangled a bit as she rode up in the near-silent car, and her heart might have missed a beat or two as she headed down the hall, reading suite numbers on doors as she went. Once she found the right one, she took a deep breath to steel herself before sliding the key into the reader and inviting herself in.
She should have expected something amazing before she stepped through the door. She should have guessed it would be opulent and ridiculous but it still took her breath away. She closed the door behind her after a moment's staring, put her purse down and went to explore. The living area, the bathroom, the freaking balcony...
And the bedroom, which she crept into almost on her tiptoes. There wasn't much of West to be seen from the foot of the bed, buried as he was in blankets and pillows, but there was a foot poking out and she was sure that was a tuft of hair, so she toed off her shoes and climbed onto the bed beside the body. When she'd found a shoulder and then that dear, familiar face, she settled down beside him, propped her head on her hand and her elbow in the blankets and reached out to push her nose. Like a beep.