Weir doesn’t expect to sleep soundly, after all; not with a stranger in his home. Though it’s hardly the first night she’s spent under his roof, he remains a leery man, accounting for all possibilities. Knowing a bit more of what’s under her skin, how can he be sure she won’t find herself skulking to his bedside mid-possession, letting that dragon spirit of hers somehow rend him in two? And so he sleeps lightly, and with one knife under his pillow; the other, under his bed.
Morning comes. He’s the first one up, the first one dressed, the first one who snags a quick bite from the kitchen. He waits a handful of minutes for her, fussing with his things while he does so, but notably… She does not come down to meet him.]
“Early to rise”, she said…
[He grumbles as he makes his way to her room, a “guest” room in his home that was used as an extra storage area until quite recently, now having to house an actual guest in his home. It would be polite to knock, but it’s his lodge, and he doesn’t even bother. The door just swings open, and he sees her…
Standing there, leaning up against the wall. With her eyes closed.]
Fucking hell… Lucinda. Lucinda. [He raises his hands, claps them together. Tries to wake her up. Who sleeps like this??? GIRL??]
a study in (being hunted and) gathering.
But at least that’s to be expected.
Weir doesn’t expect to sleep soundly, after all; not with a stranger in his home. Though it’s hardly the first night she’s spent under his roof, he remains a leery man, accounting for all possibilities. Knowing a bit more of what’s under her skin, how can he be sure she won’t find herself skulking to his bedside mid-possession, letting that dragon spirit of hers somehow rend him in two? And so he sleeps lightly, and with one knife under his pillow; the other, under his bed.
Morning comes. He’s the first one up, the first one dressed, the first one who snags a quick bite from the kitchen. He waits a handful of minutes for her, fussing with his things while he does so, but notably… She does not come down to meet him.]
“Early to rise”, she said…
[He grumbles as he makes his way to her room, a “guest” room in his home that was used as an extra storage area until quite recently, now having to house an actual guest in his home. It would be polite to knock, but it’s his lodge, and he doesn’t even bother. The door just swings open, and he sees her…
Standing there, leaning up against the wall. With her eyes closed.]
Fucking hell… Lucinda. Lucinda. [He raises his hands, claps them together. Tries to wake her up. Who sleeps like this??? GIRL??]