#faesule

BROWS raise for a moment, sitting upright as he rubs the back of his neck with a small yawn. SLEEPING was a difficult feat for him to accomplish these days, but on the uncommon occasion in which it happened he often found himself feeling more exhausted than when he’d originally gone to sleep in the first place. Granted he did his best to keep himself in check. 

Hearing Ryan’s words though his gaze shifts to the other man, sporting a crooked grin in response as he feels him shift back and forth visibly frustrated by the sudden change. He can’t help but laugh a little considering the man was habitually like a cat when it came sleeping. He liked it done a certain way and there was very little else he would accept. 

A kiss comes to his forehead as Karter leans back into a sitting position, swinging legs over the edge of the bed and plopping down on the floor as he yawns idly. 

“Y’don’ have t’get up. M’jus’ gettin’ restless. So I gotta move ‘round. Don’ worry though I won’t be gone long. Jus’ need t’stretch m’legs is all.”

           ❛ The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic. ❜

‘  you leave ripples of power everywhere you step -- a tantalizing taste of what you hold.  ’  purple-tinged eyes appraised him, but the coy grin on her face said that she already approved of what she saw, what she sensed.  ‘  how is it you don’t have people falling at your feet with every step?  ’

            ❛ Hey, hey! No, it’s okay: I’m not going to hurt you. I can fix it. ❜    He had reached too quickly, the gesture becoming somehow threatening. Or so Emery supposed. He hadn’t intended any such thing, after all, it was just... Well, he got a little over-eager, sometimes. Didn’t mean anything by it. His hands extended, now placatingly, fingers curling to gesture the droid closer.    ❛ Just let me have a look. ❜