RP post, kind of, VERY locked to tm-wintergreen and lady-kane

[sylph_fics]

Continuing the current RP-plot



Deep in the depths of sleep, a nightmare building in his mind, Slade half-noticed movement that did not fit the dreams, sounds that were not the ones of batt--

Instead, there was solid, strong warmth against his back, against his chest... His senses all said he was safe, and the nightmare that had been trying to build was chased away by gentle, known, familiar hands, and light voices that reassured him. He half-woke, looked, and settled into sleep again, without ever fully coming to grips with his surroundings change.

It would be several hours more before he would start to wake again, and that not due to nightmares, but more because his body simply would not let him sleep longer.

Not that his conscious mind was engaged yet. No, only the senses and instincts spoke, telling him of familiar scents against his chest, his back; familiar sounds of beloved heartbeats and breath; feel of his wife in his arms and his partner behind him.... //Dreaming... I have to be..//

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[lady-kane.livejournal.com]

I smile at him, affection welling up, testing the faint soreness of my mouth. "My hair. I was thinking how hopelessly it would frizzle, with all this steam. Ridiculous word, frizzle."

[masked-merc.livejournal.com]

Slade laughed with her, then, shaking his head, feeling the smile stretch his lips like something alien after the last three weeks, but natural as breathing to smile at her when she looked like that, pleased and amused and wry.

"Yes, it is... and you're going to look beautiful no matter what your hair does."