Darras finds himself waking when she does, pulled back to consciousness each time she starts awake. The sudden twitch of her hand or even the shift of her weight as she turns against him, or away. The sound of her voice had been soothing, smoothing away some of the uncertainty of leaving the larger story untold. She had followed the pattern that he would have used, if the story had been his. That had been familiar, too, as had been the shape of her in their bed. But the fitfulness is wrong.
When at last she leaves the bed, he lets her go. Pretends to be asleep, still, and when she slips out the door he rolls onto his side and watches her go through half-closed eyes. And he can't sleep either, as the light in their room begins to turn soft and gray, and then pink as the dawn settles in.
Then Darras climbs out of bed and follows Yseult to the office. She will be at her desk. He knows that sight well.
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Date: 2021-10-15 04:18 am (UTC)When at last she leaves the bed, he lets her go. Pretends to be asleep, still, and when she slips out the door he rolls onto his side and watches her go through half-closed eyes. And he can't sleep either, as the light in their room begins to turn soft and gray, and then pink as the dawn settles in.
Then Darras climbs out of bed and follows Yseult to the office. She will be at her desk. He knows that sight well.