#eldritchsacrifice

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𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞.   /   @eldritchsacrifice​ said :  1 -- for one muse to give the other oral ( nick to sharon )

THE SUNLIGHT SEEPS THROUGH THE BROKEN BLINDS A LITTLE EARLIER THAN SHE WOULD HAVE LIKED, scattering patterns of shadows across the bed and forcing her to open her eyes with a silent huff. sleep might still being clinging to her, but it becomes obvious that the pillow next to her is EMPTY for the first time in a long while when she slides her hand over the sheets to reach for him out of habit. and there's a good explanation for it; one that doesn't take her long to discover as her eyes attempt to focus on the rest of the room ------- sometime over the course of the overnight he’s gone and shifted his spot in their bed, and falling asleep NEXT TO HIM has turned into waking up to find his head resting against her stomach.

she has no reason to spring up or wake him, so instead she takes this opportunity to simply WATCH him lay there sleeping on her bare skin; watching the way he keeps rising and falling gently with each breath. he begins to go in and out of focus after a short amount of time; her eyes suddenly hoping to persuade her to into letting them CLOSE again and maybe eke out another half hour of this kind of PEACE before they have to get up and and sort out breakfast.

but he stirs a little before her eyes fully achieve snooze - button status; the question of whether he's been awake the whole time or only up NOW because of the sun's intrusion quickly gets forgotten as his hand slowly slides over her stomach, fingertips pausing to inspect a slightly LIGHTER PINK patch of skin before resuming their original BROADER STROKE. her fingers gently sink into his hair, her way of saying 'good morning' without making him go to all the trouble of having to MOVE to see the words spoken. (   she's far too content with his current choice of pillow to do much of anything that would require moving, either one of them.   )

though despite her BEST INTENTIONS she feels him begin to lift his chin to look back at her, eyebrows high and inquisitive while the brush of a couple days' worth of beard prickles against the skin on her stomach. 'morning,' she mouths once she's sure he has a clear view (   the fact she keeps on attempting to brush all that wavy bedhead out of his eyes certainly makes it easier   ) before her expression melts into a lazy smile, and he returns the greeting with a bed - warm grin of his own; propping his chin up just south of her ribcage in the process. it gets a laugh from her -------- not simply for the look on his face of course, but more so the movement itself. as slight as it was, a little turn of his head still manages to be enough to conjure up a flurry of GOOSEBUMPS on her stomach, and the attempted snaking of her hips just behind where he's still leaning against her.

LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK TIME: 8:04 AM, LATE FEBRUARY

     𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 to avoid telling truths through cheap glances, minced words, coffee meetups. the casual, normal things that adults do in the city that eventually turned into a regular occurrence. something that needed to be developed in order to keep tabs. when she was given the assignment, a strict rule had to be in place: do not interfere. samantha simply a shadow. self defense, gathering intel, lowkey to draw space between herself, the target, and the remaining involved.

      in this instance? miss ‘sarah hartley’ was someone who enjoyed her time alone, liked documentaries, hated people who walked too slow and loved almond butter. a former queens native with hardly an accent to staple her previous residency, who use to take care of the family cat until it passed. some sort of backstory to make it easier to answer as she goes along. most of her covers tend to fizzle out until the next time she needs it.

       in front of her rests a newspaper article, two cups of freshly made coffee with more sweetness on her end. pressed against the chair and keeping her attention away from the grand window that gives them the sidewalk view, they would roll onto their fair share of tales as usual. just until he broke the ice --a sharp brow rose in question, not bothering to touch her drink,  “  disappear?  ”  she questions,  “  why? you strangled somebody?  ”  now, she wouldn’t be very off topic, would she?

LOCATION: RACCOON CITY, USA TIME: 1:15 AM, END OF MARCH

        𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖, 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘. despite famine and disorder, a world on fire slowly burning through abandoned corporation and concrete streets, basic decency still thrives. it hardly comes along on her path, not too much of a flinch but always on the edge of what the other would want. she could’ve isolated herself, get out of the city as fast as she could, empty a whole clip into this man’s system --and she didn’t. maybe they were both just as frustrated and disheveled as the rest. spending more than just a few hours with leon gives a bit of comfort that, for once, she was not a target and she did not need to be on the run from certain officials anymore.

@eldritchsacrifice​ sent:  “If I had a nickel for every time that has happened… I would have two nickels.” -- to Eddie from Steve (:

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒, her mind was traveling somewhere far, far away from being on a normal track. a slow path strings them back to the nearest surface to be found, a pillar that divided the kitchen and the living room. to her right was an balcony with open blinds to the rest of the city. she needed to let her mind go to a dreamy state, let those walls melt away for just a moment in time. warmth of his breath trickled down her spine, enough to bring the curiosity out and let her own paws follow up his arms. she felt the air tightening in her throat, teeth nibbled down for lips to redden. and the feeling of her back pressed a little more to the surface rose a different kind of heat within her system.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑, of how much her past lies in its own coffin for others to discover for themselves. there was little comparison, they were two very different creatures --and they were still learning from each other. as new and as fresh it sounds to visit every night, sleep in each other’s rooms, he’s right on the nose about not being able to fully comprehend every single thing he comes with. her hands were loose around his digits, keeping them there as she kept silent. trying her best not to give him any grief or pity, it’s difficult not to.

in the midst of maple trees willowing in the breeze, nightbirds flocking from one nest to the nest, not a single howl was heard in the distance. they were safe for the time being but it wouldn’t protect their intimacy forever. she wanted to drag him inside, beg him not to go home just yet. growing closer to seal the gap, hands move to take place on each side of his cheek, help him to focus his attention right down to her. thumbs brush just below his eye, the form of her blueness settled into her bones anyway. she only wanted to open a link to communicate,  “  so teach me,  ”  she returned his whisper and gently lets her palm slip to his jaw and back of his neck,  “  i rather know what i’m getting into than not know at all,  ”  what she’s seen tonight can’t be undone. frightening as it was, disorderly as she felt for thinking she knew all that she did in the world --but she’d rather educate herself than simply leave. at the very least, she would know that she tried her best,  “  stay. don’t go home yet.  ”