@boarheir asked:Ā early morning breaks , and slowly , but all too surely the village begins to wake. inoās been awake for awhile though , lost in the sleepy afterglow of a woman too in love for her own good. her lips curl , soft , and fingers thread through tousled red. karin stirs , brows furrowing , pout forming , and ino doesnāt miss a beat , pressing kisses everywhere her mouth can reach. she beams , too bright for such an early morning , but happy , and maybe a little sleep deprived. still. she's happy.
she has never been a morning person; the sun was always too bright, people were waking up and their chakraās were too loud in the morning, it soured her like she was made of lemons. somewhere, in her sleep-addled brain, thereās something telling her that sheās being watched, but sheās comfortable in this position. for once, it doesnāt burn being in the presence of well-grown love and lone eye creaks open to see blonde locks in her face.Ā
a sigh, soft, gentle, everything that karin would say that she isnāt -- before sheās shifting before a yawn makes itās way out between dried lips. her voice cracks when she tries to speak, and she clears her throat and tries again,Ā ātoo early,ā a grumble, but it doesnāt stop her from pressing a kiss into golden hair that is reminsent of the most beautiful moments that the sun shines on the sea.Ā āsleep.ā she demands, more than half-asleep, before sheās circling arms back around ino and pulling the blonde closer, nuzzling her face into a collarbone, before letting out another soft sigh. sleep takes her soon again, too quickly out to even hear the otherās response.Ā
