His eyes crack open slowly, one slightly more than the other. His head feels like it has taken on the mass of a dwarf star. Up out of too deep a sleep, something he was still getting used to having to do more frequently.
Something scratches against his chest, and he realizes what awoke him in the first place. Her hand is the inadvertent offender, her left arm splayed out across him in sleep. Her head is turned away from him, the blonde tangle of her hair all he can see in the dim light. The sapphire of her ring has taken a layer of skin as its bounty, but not enough to bleed. He lifts her arm gently, setting it beside him. With a soft snort accompanied by a rustle of sheets, and she rolls over to face him.
He grins at her, though he’s not sure that she’s actually woken up. Her half blinks accompany an adorably unaware smile before she snuffles into his shoulder. Her other hand comes up to lay on his chest, unconsciously smoothing the prior damage as her breath soon evens out again.
A light breeze flows in from the open balcony door, and he closes his eyes as it gently ruffles his hair, making the sheet briefly balloon before falling back over them both. The night lights of Paris are yet casting their pinky glow about the room. He briefly smiles as La Vie En Rose trips through his brain- Audrey Hepburn wasn’t lying about the colour.
His hand, adorned with its own ring, reaches up to lace their fingers before he drifts back to sleep.
