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Tweak says, "Are you my mummy?"

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ (anotherwidow) wrote in crownplazaic,
@ 2021-09-25 23:05:00

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!log/thread, will graham, yelena belova

WHO: Yelena Belova & Will Graham
WHERE: abandoned graveyard & wooded area
WHEN: evening of 9/25
WHAT: strolling through the woods
STATUS: Complete
WARNINGS: TBD

After dinner was among Yelena's favorite times of the day. She was usually happily content from dinner and a little sleepy, but not quite ready for bed yet. She loved the quiet of the evening. It was the best time to walk. The only sounds were the soft noises of nature out here. The growing darkness wrapped around like a comforting blanket. It was something of an oxymoron, since darkness often felt so oppressive to her.

Fanny and Will's dogs were enjoying an opportunity to stretch their legs. Fanny was a smart dog and animals, they say, were more sensitive to the supernatural. The ghosts of the hotel probably outnumbered the living residents now. The past week since the hotel returned to its normal didn't feel like a return to normalcy like other times have after one of the hotel's antics.

The things that transpired since she revived were also weighing on her mind. She couldn't help but feel like she's disappointed all the people closest to her. Disappointed Natasha and Melina for not telling them about what happened to her sooner. Perhaps for dying in the first place when she should have been better than that. Disappointed Will for not being able to be what he needed. Even though he said he wasn't, she felt that wasn't entirely true.

Walking along quietly at Will's side, she worrying at her lips by chewing on them.

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killingthoughts
2021-09-27 08:29 pm UTC (link)

A smirk flicked on the corner of his lips as he pushed them down and shook his head innocently. "I never noticed." Another soft kiss, pulling her in to chase the deeper kiss.

"Sounds like what happens to me too," he teased. "Kicking legs and everything." With the changing of subject, he also tried to lighten the mood. It was easier to distract than find a way to explain to someone what goes on in his head. It was survival instinct to keep the on-goings in his head a secret. Either people used what he could do like he was some pet or thought he was insane back in his world. Decades of that would not change even if they had several years in the hotel.

Raising his chin, he opened his neck to her. The soft golden rays of the setting sun casting long shadows around them. "A lot like your room but larger with a tree line and a small shed," he breathed out, hand running down from her hair to her back.

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anotherwidow
2021-09-27 09:53 pm UTC (link)

"Uh huh," said Yelena, her tone playfully disbelieving. He was too smart, too aware of patterns of behavior, not to notice. Even about his own. Perhaps especially about his own. She enjoyed the distractions. Turning her body more towards Will, she wrapped both arms around his torso and burrowed, seeking body heat. Her outfit for the day was probably still a little too summery for the evening chill.

"It's cuter when she does it," she teased back. Yelena has picked up on certain things in the past two months, but she simply accepted the quirk and let it happen. "Kidding. You're pretty cute."

Yelena beamed at the description. "A small shed." She could guess where that association came from, reflecting back to their first night together, when they failed to have the fishing lesson that was planned and fell into bed instead.

Letting her own fingers wind up into Will's mess of dark curls, she yanked lightly, pulling him down towards her. The difference in height was less pronounced when he was still leaning against the tombstone. She remembered their pillow talk afterwards that night, joking about permission to leave marks and Yelena saying she wouldn't hold back next time. She had held back.

"Teach me to build my own memory palace? I want to remember everything."

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