somewhere above Milliways: morning after

[aimedforthemoon]

She'd had a shower, after. Washing off the sweat of space and panic far more than the mess of sex. Combed out the snarls from her long, almost curly dark hair. Felt human

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[sorryimatwat]

He hadn't moved far. He'd been aware of the nightmares, when they woke him, but he'd never tell her that.

"Morning", he says sleepily.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Dobraye utra," Esfir replies, rubbing eyes and shifting to study the ceiling.

Then she blinks.

"Oh. Da. English. Um. Good morning, Owen."

[sorryimatwat]

"I speak some Russian", he says with a shrug. "Rusty, though. Sleep well?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"As well as I could, I think."

There is a bone-deep weariness in her self that she hadn't noticed last night.

"I didn't, um." She rubs her head. "You?"