Serena

Riri wasn’t sure how long they had been locked away. She really didn’t want to at this point. It would make it all worse. The gnawing pain that had consumed her from the beginning was growing bigger-- squeezing her until this prison became her tomb. 

It didn’t help that her life before now was already standing on the precipice. 

That fancy school, fancy new life, she knew she’d fuck it up. She had only hoped that at the very least her mom would get to see her graduate. That hope was gone of course, replaced with a more tentative goal--not dying.

 So far, so good-- though that wasn’t really her doing. 

Shuri hadn't left her side once. 

It was kinda annoying at first, being dragged about, but after the first round of murder attempts Riri has grown to appreciate the effort.

Right now, Shuri has fallen asleep after staying up most of the night trying to calm Riri down. 

Half of the Princess’s body hung off the hammock-- legs dangling over the edge. The other half, well…Her face was buried in Riri’s thighs-- hands digging at her hips and sometimes waist. And well---Shuri was an… active sleeper. 

Shameless--Riri’s mind offered instead. After all, Shuri was just as hands on when awake too. 

Riri didn’t dare move her though.

It was slow, it was quiet, and those moments are hard to come-by now. 

So she lets the Princess sleep how she does. She lets Shuri’s warm hands drag across her skin and pull her closer. And when the morning comes, Riri will brush off their apologies and pretend like her heart wasn’t racing. 

Riri wasn’t sure how long they had been locked away. She really didn’t want to at this point. It would make it all worse. The gnawing pain that had consumed her from the beginning was growing bigger-- squeezing her until this prison became her tomb. 

It didn’t help that her life before now was already standing on the precipice. 

That fancy school, fancy new life, she knew she’d fuck it up. She had only hoped that at the very least her mom would get to see her graduate. That hope was gone of course, replaced with a more tentative goal--not dying.

 So far, so good-- though that wasn’t really her doing. 

Shuri hadn't left her side once. 

It was kinda annoying at first, being dragged about, but after the first round of murder attempts Riri has grown to appreciate the effort.

Right now, Shuri has fallen asleep after staying up most of the night trying to calm Riri down. 

Half of the Princess’s body hung off the hammock-- legs dangling over the edge. The other half, well…Her face was buried in Riri’s thighs-- hands digging at her hips and sometimes waist. And well---Shuri was an… active sleeper. 

Shameless--Riri’s mind offered instead. After all, Shuri was just as hands on when awake too. 

Riri didn’t dare move her though.

It was slow, it was quiet, and those moments are hard to come-by now. 

So she lets the Princess sleep how she does. She lets Shuri’s warm hands drag across her skin and pull her closer. And when the morning comes, Riri will brush off their apologies and pretend like her heart wasn’t racing.