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charlotte evans ❅ snow white (deputyprincess) wrote in thereincarnates,

It suddenly occurred to Charlotte that she was being extremely bold, much bolder than she'd ever been with a man who, up until an hour or so ago, had been nothing more than a friend. Well. That wasn't true, strictly speaking. She realized now that he'd been much more than a friend for quite some time now – she was just too wrapped up in her own head to see it. He was always there for her. It had only taken her a few weeks to learn that she could go to him with absolutely anything, especially the things she couldn't go to anybody else with. If nothing else, that fact and that fact alone should've told her that he was more than a friend. He was someone she could trust with anything. With everything. And she needed that. She was tired of keeping everything locked away in her head; it wouldn't hurt to share the load with someone who cared, would it?

Stifling a yawn, Charlotte waited until Tristan settled before shifting her own position. She was more or less on his lap now, draped across his chest and settling there comfortably. She sighed contently, and it took a moment for her to realize that her eyes had closed again, completely on their own. Apparently, that small bout of hysterics had left her exhausted, and she hadn't even noticed. Tristan was sort of a magnificent distraction, but then, that had always been perfectly obvious to her.

"I think I'm going to fall asleep," she murmured into his shirt. Even though it was clear how sleepy she was, she still maintained some semblance of propriety; she was politely frank, despite being on the verge of drifting off. Typical Brit. "I hope you don't mind. It's very warm, and you're very comfortable..."