[She hears that start of a story. She thinks she senses a rare honesty and, alcohol dulling the usually razor-sharp instinct to claw into nearby honesty - especially in those least likely to show it - she just shuffles up a bit closer.
She's here, Cynric. For whatever level of truth or lie this fairy tale ends up being.] Yer not alone either. [Is her small, intoxicated mumble against his outer thigh. She scrabbles loosely for a hand, hopes she finds one to cuddle close to her chest and draw against slack but dry lips.
She may regret not remembering more, asking for more, later - but for now she's learned her lessons of pressuring. He'll share what he wants to when he wants, and if he prefers while she's drunk and will recall only vague ideas and sensations-- Well. Surely they have years to go yet in their friendship.
She's here for now and for later. Forever as far as forever can take her, she hopes. It's the thought she snuggles in on as she edges closer to sleep.]
Wow okay so just stab me in tHE HEART
She's here, Cynric. For whatever level of truth or lie this fairy tale ends up being.] Yer not alone either. [Is her small, intoxicated mumble against his outer thigh. She scrabbles loosely for a hand, hopes she finds one to cuddle close to her chest and draw against slack but dry lips.
She may regret not remembering more, asking for more, later - but for now she's learned her lessons of pressuring. He'll share what he wants to when he wants, and if he prefers while she's drunk and will recall only vague ideas and sensations-- Well. Surely they have years to go yet in their friendship.
She's here for now and for later. Forever as far as forever can take her, she hopes. It's the thought she snuggles in on as she edges closer to sleep.]