Elias Bishop (distaff) wrote in fableless, @ 2017-07-19 22:27:00 |
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It wasn’t often that Charlie Quinn slept, and although she’d certainly felt tired enough the night before when her eyes had closed she hadn’t drifted off. Now, more than ever, there was too much to keep her mind occupied during the long summer nights. And so she had passed the hours, like any normal sleepless person, lying still and awake, strangely thankful for the sound of low even breathing next to her as she attempted to banish all thought. In the end it hadn’t worked and as she watched the clock flash from 7:59 to 8:00 AM, Charlie pulled herself up and out of bed, before she wandered off in the direction of the bathroom, and then the kitchen. When she returned, slipped back into bed, and pulled the sheet up to a comfortable angle, she snaked one hand towards the nearest part of Elias’s exposed skin and pinched. He groaned in response. “Are you awake?” She whispered, jabbing a finger into his side. “No,” he responded sharply. “I am clearly in a deep sleep.” “Hmm,” it was a sarcastic sound, “This conversation must be a dream then.” Charlie shoved Elias’s shoulder before continuing. “You have at least two hours to sleep before the movers get here, get up for just a minute and I promise I’ll leave you alone.” Begrudgingly, Elias slowly turned over so that the two of them were face to face. “I am really fucking skeptical of the fact that this will be ‘just a minute’. And now that I know your whole power thing is related to your sleep schedule, it feels even more unfair of you to be waking up others.” “I’m not going to live my life according to your sleep schedule,” Charlie bickered, taking a detour in topic that easily validated her bunkmates concern. “And nothing is ever fair.” She shifted her head on the pillow and cleared her throat, forgoing any attempt at a segue. “Do you think you’ll go to the ‘Let’s drink so much that we all forget about our Tale’s’ Ball this year?” Elias shrugged, which was more just a movement of one shoulder in his current position. “I guess. I never went for the Tale bit, just the free booze and food.” He remembered last year - how’d they’d both been so concerned about making sure Jack schmoozed the right amount. “Maybe I’ll go so I can bet with myself about whether Jack will speak to me or not.” “That sounds like a barrel of laughs,” Charlie deadpanned. Truthfully, her own short list of reasons to go had included something in a similar vein petty as that might have been. The rest of the list was more complicated but the allure of one last formal event in Woodsbridge was strong. “Do you want to go together?” “It should be,” Elias agreed, a small smirk on his lips. “Are you going to make it worth my while?” Charlie laughed, “I could but I thought you wanted to sleep.” “Clearly, I meant later.” Elias put his head back against the pillow. “I’m sleeping now.” “Two hours,” she reminded him dryly as she reached out a hand to give his shoulder one last condescending pat. |