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Aug. 15th, 2005 03:46 am[OOC: Following this.]
Alain wakes slowly. He's used to waking -- well, not with the dawn, these days, but early still. The morning sun in this room is filtered through curtains, but it still lights the room with a diffuse glow.
It's not his bed -- bigger, and the room is too, and oriented differently. His gunbelts are still hung over the bedpost, ready to hand, but it's a different bedpost, and there are an astonishing number of pillows. There's a head resting on his bare chest, hair spreading across his shoulder, and an arm flung over his stomach. Lilly, still fast asleep, curled in the circle of his arm.
In the back of his mind is the lingering, aching foreboding of ka-shume. Ahead today is a battle from which Alain or at least one of his dearest friends will not return.
But that's for later, and will come soon enough. Right now, he looks at the top of her head, and he smiles, a little.
Alain wakes slowly. He's used to waking -- well, not with the dawn, these days, but early still. The morning sun in this room is filtered through curtains, but it still lights the room with a diffuse glow.
It's not his bed -- bigger, and the room is too, and oriented differently. His gunbelts are still hung over the bedpost, ready to hand, but it's a different bedpost, and there are an astonishing number of pillows. There's a head resting on his bare chest, hair spreading across his shoulder, and an arm flung over his stomach. Lilly, still fast asleep, curled in the circle of his arm.
In the back of his mind is the lingering, aching foreboding of ka-shume. Ahead today is a battle from which Alain or at least one of his dearest friends will not return.
But that's for later, and will come soon enough. Right now, he looks at the top of her head, and he smiles, a little.
