ღ - Bora and Ally (BECAUSE FUCKING CAN)
Leave me a ღ for my muses reaction to waking up to your muse after a one night stand
Bora wakes to a room that is not her own, to a ceiling that is the wrong color, to walls that are the wrong color, to a room that is too big, to a bed that smells like citrus and that freshly-dried-by-sun-and-wind smell. Which is a nice smell, really. It’s not enough to scare her – Bora has woken in stranger places, and in worse ones – but it is a little odd. At least until she sits up and finds that the face of the woman lying next to her, peaceful in her sleep, is a familiar one.
Aleyna is beautiful as she sleeps, the vibrant red of her hair a brilliant contrast to the crisp white of her pillow case as it halos around her head. Bora’s fingers itch to touch it, to see if it’s as soft as it was the night before when she and Ally danced with each other in the throngs of Siren’s clubbing crowd. But she doesn’t. It would be a shame to wake a sleeping beauty.
Instead, still drowsy and pliant with those lingering threads of sleep, Bora reaches to pull the sheet up and settles down to continue dozing, promising herself that she’ll get up as soon as Aleyna begins to stir. Or as soon as her roommate returns from wherever she’d been banished to the night before.
