Who: Dora and Ewan When: Sunday April 9 [backdated], evening (directly after her visit with Luna) Where: their flat What: Dora has had a long day. Warnings: language, tbd
Dora felt oddly washed out and hollow as she opened the door to their flat. There had been too many intense things in a short period, and for the first time in several days she genuinely felt the need for a nap rather than just knowing she should lay down.
It had been so long since she'd had her switch flipped like that. Her choice of dueling as a profession had been as much safety valve as passion, though there had been the latter in great supply.
She stared blankly around a bit, putting her keys on the hook on the wall. All she wanted right now was her Ewan. She was done with today.