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[giftedthom]

One of those nights: Thom sleeps calmly, one thin forearm flung across his face, wrist depending gently into his hair. His breath comes slow and even, lips parted, dry

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[a_lioness]

It could be summertime: the sun, at least, is warm. This might account for the delighted laugh Alanna gives just before she slings an arm around his shoulder. She too turns her face into the sun, though her eyes remain closed.

"Hullo," she says lightly. Carefree. "Here you are."

When she looks at him, her gaze is adoring. She's dressed simply but neatly: soft linen shirt, form fitting black breeches, black boots.

[giftedthom]

Thom turns to look at her, and his arm goes thoughtlessly around her waist.

"Where else would I be?"

[a_lioness]

It's a trim waist, albeit not nearly as slender as his own; there's muscle and an unmistakable sense of strength.

Alanna smiles, and it's one of those rare smiles not many people get to see.

"I thought perhaps you meant to leave me behind," she teases, "so I came after you."

[giftedthom]

He looks surprised, but gratified; Thom ducks his head slightly, pushing red hair out of his eyes with pale fingers.

"I wouldn't go anywhere without you, you know."