milliways_bar: After Her
Trindle is asleep in the little crib he'd gotten a week or so earlier. She preferred to sleep in his arms, or in Trism's, but she'd gotten used to the crib and it contributed to the general sanity of those in the room. As there wasn't that much of it to go around, such was appreciated.
That said, Trindle is asleep. Liir, for his part, is not. He lays on the bed, fully clothed, on top of the blankets, and stares at the ceiling as if it might tell him things.
"Shut up."
Perhaps it did.
"Just shut up."
That said, Trindle is asleep. Liir, for his part, is not. He lays on the bed, fully clothed, on top of the blankets, and stares at the ceiling as if it might tell him things.
"Shut up."
Perhaps it did.
"Just shut up."