Teagan Moran can fly without a broom. (moranduh) wrote in wished,
After her short correspondence with Jae through the journals, Teagan had made up her mind to stay up and wait for him to come back to the flat. She hadn't been very tired at the time- she had a bit of laundry to do and a couple of fan letters to respond to. Waiting up would be a cinch. It was a cinch, really- until she fell asleep, of course.
Parchment stuck to her forehead, and her mouth parted slightly, Teagan lay nearly comatose on the edge of her bed. She had been in the middle of a particularly thrilling dream starring Aiden Lynch when she'd heard the front door open.
She stirred in the fetal position she was curled up in. A yawn escaped from her lips as her eyes fluttered open. She had half a mind to roll over and fall back asleep when she realized that there was someone in the kitchen willing to give her a massage - and suddenly she sprang to her feet.
"So, how was the rest of your day?" she asked by way of greeting as she slowly made her way into the kitchen. So her hair might have been a little mussed and her tee shirt hanging from her one shoulder, but she made no bother to fix it. Jae had seen worse enough.