Blaise looked around for Ellis, eventually finding him. "Ellis?" *** His face twitched under her touch slightly, and he mumbled in his sleep. *** He sparked a fire before coming back to her, brushing her hair back. *** She stretched, pulling the pillow to her and looking up at him. "Good morning."
He looked at her and his whole face brightened. “Hi. I love you.” *** She smiled before standing up, lighting the fire place. *** She stirred before waking, looking up at him blearily. “What time is it?” *** He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”
She grinned, coming over and kissing his cheek. "I love you too. Was last night okay?" *** He yawned, sitting up and stretching. *** He looked down at her. "Morning time." *** She grinned up at him. "Good. How about you?"
He nodded slowly, thinking back. “No big deal. How’d you sleep?” *** She looked over her shoulder at him as the fire lit, standing and coming over to him. “Hey, you.” *** “That’s not very specific,” she mumbled in response, closing her eyes again. *** “It was okay. I’m glad you were there.”
"It was alright, but I had a bed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a blanket and small pillow. "I brought these for you." *** He gave her a smile, taking her hand. "Hey. How did you sleep?" *** He shrugged, prodding the fire. "I don't have a watch." *** "Me too. It was nice!"
He laughed slightly in surprise, looking up st her quizzically. “I already slept, though.” *** “Well, thanks,” she said, kneeling down next to him and resting her head on their hands. “What about you?” *** “Hm,” he would hear her murmur. There was a silence before he would feeling her draping her arms around his neck, leaning against his back. “What are you doing?” *** “It was,” he agreed, looking down at her affectionately. “I have to leave pretty soon, but you should sleep more.”
"I know, but.. I don't know how long they'll take to find evidence of anything." *** He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Also well." *** "You were shivering in your sleep," he said, "so I figured to start up a fire." *** She frowned, reaching a hand to him. "Where are you going?"
“I see. Well, thank you, Blaisey,” he said, standing up. *** She watched him with a small smile crossing her lips before she stood up, squeezing his hand. “Are you hungry?” *** “That’s sweet,” she said sleepily, kissing his cheek softly. *** “I’m going to go back and meet with Paul. I have questions.”
She nodded, observing him. "I hope you come back soon." *** He nodded slightly. "A little bit." *** He flushed slightly. "It's nothing really.." *** "Hm.. Stay safe, alright?"
“I do too,” he said, coming over to her and kissing her cheek. *** “Do you want some food?” she asked, her hand brushing his jaw. “I can make something.” *** “No, it’s a sweet thing to do,” she murmured quietly, her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” *** “I will,” he promised. “Sleep.”
She sighed, hugging him. *** He sat up, frowning slightly. "I can make it.." *** He sighed, reaching up and brushing her hair back. "You're welcome." *** She nodded slowly. "Okay."
He hugged her back, frowning. "How are things back at the clan?" he asked gently. * * * "No, don't worry, Jaz," she said affectionately. "I got it. I have some stuff I can cook up. What are you hungry for?" * * * She smelled vaguely like pine sap and lavender, her hair soft but tangled against his fingers. She was warming up, her eyes staying closed as she hugged him. * * * He gave her a small smile before going over to his chest of drawers, his back to her as he pulled off his shirt.
"I don't know.. As well as it can be." *** "Anything really," he says, slipping his legs off the edge. "I'm not picky." *** He relaxed, saying nothing as he relaxed. *** She flushed slightly, watching him.
He sighed, kissing her cheek. "Don't worry. I'll figure this out." * * * "Good. Okay. I'll make some tea first for you. Cream and sugar?" * * * She pulled away from him after a moment, standing up tiredly and stretching. "I should probably head back to the Clan... I gotta fight Emerson." * * * He looked through the drawers, the muscles in his back and arms evident as he pulled on the shirt, beginning to button it up.
She nodded. "It'll be okay." *** He brightened, standing up and stretching. "That sounds good." *** He looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Fight Emerson? That's a bad idea." *** Her blush deepened and she buried herself further under the covers, barely peering over to look at him.
"It will. I promise." * * * She nodded, opening up some drawers and pulling out some tea leaves, putting a kettle on the stove, humming under her breath. * * * "I think it's an excellent idea," she said seriously, looking down at him and ruffling his hair. "I used to beat him in fights all the time." * * * He looked over his shoulder, finishing the buttoning as he came over to her. "What are you doing?"
She nodded, giving him a kiss. "I trust you." *** He watched her thoughtfully, his head tilted. *** "Aisling.. I really don't think that's a good idea." *** She hid her face behind her hands. "Nothing."
"You do? That's reassuring," he teased, brushing her hair back. * * * She brought him a mug, coming over to him and offering it. * * * "No, Dion, don't even worry," she said affectionately. "I got this." * * * He frowned, pulling her hands back gently. "Rory?"
She chuckled, leaning into his touch. "I love you." *** He took it with a smile. "Thank you, Luce." *** He sighed, his brows furrowing. He didn't say anything. *** She was a blushing mess, watching him wide-eyed and affectionately.
He kissed her forehead. "I love you too." * * * "Sure," she said easily, running her fingers through his hair. "Of course." * * * She looked down with a frown. "What?" * * * He frowned, raising one eyebrow. "What is up with you?"
