• queen without a throne nicola bonaccord • (prims) wrote in valesco, @ 2017-03-28 20:07:00
friendly acquaintance
At the disturbance of Louis rustling beside her, Nicola rolled onto her side. With bleary eyes, she blinked through the darkness; while she possessed a sleepy hope that she would be able to see his face, she knew it unlikely. His room was dark from keeping his windows permanently shaded this last week. Or, at least, they had been whenever she was here.
It was strange to think how people acted differently in times of crisis. Nicola knew she was no different from it, why else would she be spending as many nights as she could in Louis' bed? She had been trying... once the girls were taken care of... to be present for him. But that came with complications, like the twins and all the people downstairs that wouldn't, understandably, take too warmly to her presence in the house. Louis didn't agree, and while she believed when he said that no one would say anything at a time like this, she didn't think... she didn't think it appropriate of her to test that hospitality.
Like with Louis' birthday party, Nicola felt she didn't exactly... deserve acceptance and comradery of Louis' friends. Not yet. She had done nothing for it, actually actively sought to burn it in the past. So to be respectful, she---
Nicola shook her head and stifled a yawn. Now was not the time to be thinking of such things. Louis' best friend was missing and he still had trouble sleeping through the night. In an effort to comfort him, her hand smoothed up his arm.
"What is it?" she murmured, pressing her lips to his bare shoulder. Her hand continued its gentle run until it nestled within the crook of his neck.