Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Piper barely heard his disclaimer as she settled into less consciousness. Something about Gretchen and religion which made the cross the older woman wore around her neck flash before her eyes like a live flipbook. Seeing the image was comforting and when his voice filled the silence, her breath hitched in surprise and then she never felt more relaxed. It sounded like a lullaby. Emerson's voice dripped like honey mixing into hot tea; sweet and heavy in a way that seeped down into your soul. It was deeper than his speaking voice and smoother, especially in the tone of the hymn that was warming her from the inside out and easing all her aches and worries. The brunette felt her tense muscles release until her body let her mind be soothed by the rhythmic hum. She might have been half asleep but was no less transfixed by the simple beauty, hanging on every note that came from his lips.