WHO: Roxanne and Antonin
WHAT: Roxanne is cold. And now sick D:
WHEN: December 8th, after Roxanne's
journalWHERE: Dolohov Manor; Russia/Ukraine/wherever
RATING/STATUS: C&C for Cute and Cuddles/Incomplete
Roxanne literally stumbled into the parlor; she was always tripping over the damned rugs in the house, and wearing more clothing than she usually did did not help the situation. One would think that picking up her feet more when she walked would fix the problem, and she'd tried that, but doing so made her more likely, then, to catch her feet on her pants, and then she'd trip and fall anyway. So she'd given up because at least when she tripped on a rug, she had a better chance of catching herself so she didn't actually
fall. What made the entire situation worse was the fact that she didn't really feel all that well. It wasn't much, just a little more fatigue than she was used to, and a lack of appetite, so really, nothing wrong. She was probably just not sleeping enough at night.
The fire was lit, just as Antonin had said it would be, and she moved gratefully towards the warmth. She sat as close to the flames as she thought she could without catching fire -although at least then she'd be warm for sure- and just absorbed the warmth. It worked, and within minutes she was barely able to stay awake. Scooting back just a few inches, she laid on the floor to take a nap; with nothing really to do during the day, taking a nap was perfectly alright, especially since she would probably still be able to sleep that night. Once she was on the floor, it took her very little time to get to sleep, and she was asleep within seconds.