|Rebecca Crane (needmymp3) wrote in marinasylum,|
@ 2012-05-29 13:41:00
|Entry tags:||:action, marian hawke, rebecca crane|
[Yesterday was really something. Today however, is bound to be full of her hung head in her hands and just simply wondering what had been wrong with her. But that comes later, when sickening realizations will come tumbling in. For now she's quite content to lay as she is, stirring but feeling lazy, curled against Hawke in bed with her arm slung over bare skin. She can't tell the time and the room is strange to her when her eyes do open, and she shifts her chin to look -- at Hawke, as she remembers whose warm body she's nuzzled against.
Panic doesn't happen, not the way you think it would. She blinks, shifts but doesn't move, and rests her head back down against Hawke to think. And think. And think.]