[Something was off. She couldn't figure out what but it was pushing her to awareness. It wasn't dangerous. Just different. She wondered if she should even be bothered with it, much preferring to go back to sleep. The weight was different, though. Heavier.
What?
And then the brush of a breath and she startled a little at the kiss and with the whisper she knew. She opens her eyes to look at Marco. As she is used to seeing him. Different emotions surge through her. Far too early to sort them out. Far too early to feel them. He's back. Good.]
I liked you better when you were little.
[that chill you feel has nothing to do with the weather. And she turns over so she won't have to look at him]
Luceti / August 18th Morning
What?
And then the brush of a breath and she startled a little at the kiss and with the whisper she knew. She opens her eyes to look at Marco. As she is used to seeing him. Different emotions surge through her. Far too early to sort them out. Far too early to feel them. He's back. Good.]
I liked you better when you were little.
[that chill you feel has nothing to do with the weather. And she turns over so she won't have to look at him]