The star sleeps rather peacefully, cheek pressed to her shoulder, hair a white-gold mess, and fingers tangled possessively in the blankets by his side. An elaborate swirl traces onto the back of that hand - curing up and around her wrist - and the other loosely holds a black marker.
It had been in the top drawer of the bureau - exactly where their extra clothes weren't, given that they were rather lacking in extra clothes – and was found sometime after trying unsuccessfully to open the window with her mind and before wondering if, in the absence of anymore paper, mapping out constellations on the headboard would be rude.
It hadn't taken too long for her to run out of room on her own hand and so there are stars penned onto his fingertips and a tiny angel in the center of his palm – it reminded her vaguely of one of her sisters, Maea, who probably would have handled this entire situation more successfully than she had. (A thought that only served to make Yvaine frown – and scribble in a set of horns under the angel's halo. Maea always was a suck-up anyhow.)
There are, after all, only so many elaborate and creative deaths one can think up before growing bored of that game.
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Date: 2007-02-05 03:11 am (UTC)possessivelyin the blankets by his side. An elaborate swirl traces onto the back of that hand - curing up and around her wrist - and the other loosely holds a black marker.It had been in the top drawer of the bureau - exactly where their extra clothes weren't, given that they were rather lacking in extra clothes – and was found sometime after trying unsuccessfully to open the window with her mind and before wondering if, in the absence of anymore paper, mapping out constellations on the headboard would be rude.
It hadn't taken too long for her to run out of room on her own hand and so there are stars penned onto his fingertips and a tiny angel in the center of his palm – it reminded her vaguely of one of her sisters, Maea, who probably would have handled this entire situation more successfully than she had. (A thought that only served to make Yvaine frown – and scribble in a set of horns under the angel's halo. Maea always was a suck-up anyhow.)
There are, after all, only so many elaborate and creative deaths one can think up before growing bored of that game.