Repose Halloween Spooktacular (reposehaunts) wrote in repose, @ 2016-10-25 06:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | destiny sokol, jack penhaligon, ~plot: halloween |
Who: Sherwood, open to Challenge Excepted
What: Reveals~
He heard the leaves stir as she rolled onto her side and went still slowly and by degrees in a way that suggested sleep. In the interminable nightgown the goddess looked closer to girl, snake-tendrils of curls all the same. Hood rested his head in the cradle of his fingers, one elbow under his neck and he half-closed his eyes. He was not on the verge of falling asleep, the ground was uncomfortable but he was drowsy and she clearly had no caution. Goddesses couldn't be stirred without their will, the archer supposed in the long, slow moments with his eyes shut and the sound of the party still swinging in his ears.
It broke open without any kind of warning. Not a ripple or a crack of thunder but a simple flip of a coin. One side to the other and the archer noticed firstly because the resistance of the leather armor suddenly gave, to the soft lack of restraint in cotton t-shirt and jeans. He could feel each leaf prickle underneath him, the jab of straw loose under his back. The t-shirt was a faded and well-washed green decidedly less verdant than the cloak had been. He had lost that, but the small hat with the cherry-red feather bought from a costume shop in the Capital on whim remained. How, the archer didn't know given the strength of activity engaged in, and the tiny quiver of arrows and plastic bow was within stretching distance.
He didn't reach. He rolled his weight onto his arm and sat up, flexing both hands as his skin recognized how being him felt, as opposed to a larger, broader battlefield champion from the Crusades instead of a rather less fearsome-looking writer with a drinking problem. There wasn't a clear etiquette for how you responded when your companion for an evening that you hadn't recognized for the entire stretch of it, fell asleep in a post-coital collapse. He brushed her shoulder briefly, as the crowds of people startled by revelation coalesced and clotted by the exit, but without immediate stir, Jack left bow and arrows behind and headed for the exit himself.