Beautiful Morning

**Circe** · Mar 19th, 2019 07:10 AM

Circe had a hangover. Her head hurt, she was still wearing most of her business pants and dress shirt, albeit the latter was mostly unbuttoned. Her tie was wrapped around her forehead! There was all the tell tale signs of of a wild night. Plus she remembered clearing two tequila bottles after buying four. About the only thing abnormal for her hangovers was that she wasn't cold. She was wrapped around something quite warm in fact. It even seemed to be snaking around her back.

Oh, and there was something fluffy near her face. Her arms and legs wrapped around the source of warmth tighter, her face rubbing against the the fluffy strands. No concern made for what she was pressing her body up against. Circe smiled contentedly as she mumbled out, "Caldo."

Circe didn't really care save for staying warm. She didn't even wonder what she was cuddling nor where John happened to be. John Doe however should know exactly where Circe is as soon as he woke up. He was a excellent heat source.

Mar 19th, 2019 09:59 AM

John stirred in his sleep. There was a weight upon his body. Something was covering his eyes. Something soft was pressed against the side of his head. Something was laid across his chest.

While he couldn't see what was going on from his position, he felt the familiar warmth of a Mantle. Ava? he wondered in his twilight consciousness. He blinked twice, his eyelashes brushing against fabric. His cognitive faculties were slowly awakening.

He turned his head, finding his face buried in a dress shirt. His eyes widened as he realized he was sharing a bed with Circe! A muffled 'mmph' managed to escape. Wyrd blood was swiftly flowing away from his head and heading south.

His mind raced as he tried to figure out a solution to his 'predicament.' For most men, this was a dream come true. Yet, he was still afraid. He knew why, and had never really admitted it. He was afraid of losing someone he cherished.

Being a two time refugee - escaping his Keeper, and escaping Laramie - had changed much of how he interacted with fellow Lost. He kept his true emotions hidden most of the time. Underneath his facade was that of a sad and lonely man without a real identity. It was natural that he had joined the Court of Sorrow.

Yet, this accident, if it could be called that, was different. The desire for gentle intimacy was something he had buried a long time ago. Despite her undeniably gorgeous appearance and relentless flirting, Circe had indirectly taught him a lesson. The Faceless Darkling was touch starved. It was more accurate to describe him as famished.

He laid in place. His face pressed against her chest, listening to her heart beat. This was for a time, heaven on earth.

**Circe** · Mar 19th, 2019 06:53 PM

Circe's mind was losing the battle for wakefulness. Or perhaps gaining victory for sleep. She rubbed her face against the unknown fluff as her legs move up to a more comfortable spot for her, the left trouser leg bunching up around her knee. Her legs were now almost wrapped around poor John. Circe mumbled something in Italian, "Mullido," a pleased sigh escaping her lips to breeze onto John's head.

Then she shifted her shoulders, moving her torso as she did so. Her arms pulled the warmth closer to her, eliminating what little space there had been between her and John Doe. The Fairest's breathing was evening out, indicating she was probably drifting back to sleep. What would she dream of whilst holding John Doe? Something to make her crush him in rage? Cuddle in happiness? Roll him off his own bed?

For the sake of John's hair, he had best hope his roommate does not dream of aught that is fluffy and edible.

Mar 19th, 2019 09:33 PM

He could feel his skin warming from Circe's dream induced cuddling. He had no idea what she was saying, it was comforting to him. The memories of laying next to Ava played out in his mind. Happiness he thought were lost and would never experience again. He had nearly shed a tear.

He had long learned to breathe slowly and remain perfectly still. However, the lack of air present was fast becoming a concern. The ending to Turn of the Screw came to mind. Another muffled 'mmph' puffed against her chest.

With glacial slowness, he turned his up and away from the Fairest's dress shirt. His mouth tasted fresh oxygen. With his face upturned to the ceiling, he was respiring slowly. He didn't want to wake her up. She sounded happy enough with her dream.

He had heard something about the subconscious mind seeking out a 'safe space' to rest when the body was exhausted. For whatever reason, Circe had deigned to cuddle next to him. He was content to lay where he was. For once, another's happiness and his own were aligned.

**Circe** · Mar 20th, 2019 06:53 AM

The sleepy Circe makes a sound akin to a hum mixed with a purr as she rubs her face against John's hair, "Il miglior ragazzo specchio," though a unexpected growl comes from her body. Not her head mind you, but her stomach. Is it empty? Or are those four bottles giving her problems. Her face is still blue at present.

Then she inhaled sharply through her nose, Oh, è una boccata? È davvero la miglior ragazzo. She was dreaming about breakfast. Circe tried to slide her body closer to the boccata. John should have very little trouble hearing her heartbeat now.

Mar 20th, 2019 10:59 AM

John silently wished he was fluent in Italian. At least then he'd know what his roommate was saying. Having only sound to work by, it seemed she was still very happy with whatever it was she was dreaming about. He fantasized for a moment; hoping it was something pleasant with him involved.

Her growling stomach meant one of two things - neither of which was a good sign. His mind latched onto the worst case scenario. It would be an awful way to start the day. A light shudder rippled through his chest.

The Darkling inched his free leg further out onto the bed. He slid his leg far enough to hook an ankle onto the side.

2 successes

**Circe** · Mar 20th, 2019 11:10 PM

Circe made more noises between growls and purring as John tried to extricate himself from her limbs.

Perception

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2019-03-20 23:07:30	Circe rolls 7 to Perception plus touch (10 Again)	10, 6, 7, 5, 7, 3, 9, 3	2 successes

He doesn't wake her but she does feel the warmth moving away, his hair brushing her lips. Circe tries to draw him back in, mumbling in Italian the whole time. One word is easy to understand for John though. It is a word that should cause him some concern. For it is the same in English as it is in Italian. Blue lips part to speak the word in a confused tone "Pasta?" and Circe opens her mouth on his hair.

Seems John Doe has the hair of an angel.

IDK how this escape snuggle notice escape would work, but I figure a match won't wake her. Feel free to keep trying to flee

Mar 22nd, 2019 04:54 PM

The mention of pasta brought a smile to his face. He turned and admired the blue Elf in her business suit. She was one of the first Lost he had met in the Freehold. The wild and silly times spent with Circe had been a wonderful time. That was the right word, wonder. "You're wonderful," he whispered.

In that moment, he decided that is what he would make for her. Pasta as breakfast in bed. He headed off to the kitchen to prepare the meal for two.

**Circe** · Mar 23rd, 2019 11:26 PM

John escapes the jaws of a hungry elven changeling, leaving the sheets to be her victim. Circe will probably not be pleased to discover her choice to dine on linen.

Nom nom

Not that this stops her from trying, hunger makes fools after all. And much like a sleep hungry baby, the blue Fairest starts to nom on the bed sheet.

Mar 24th, 2019 02:41 PM

John first prepped the kitchen and set the water to boil. He returned to check up on his literal sleeping beauty. He sighed and shook his head.

He maneuvered around to her back. He reached one hand over to slowly tug the bed sheet away from her mouth, as gently as possible. Didn't realize she was that hungry.

2 successes

Beautiful Morning

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