She's asleep. She always looks so beautiful peaceful when she's asleep. Like none of it ever happened. Like she's not even real, just something his mind dreamed up to make him feel better, impossibly gorgeous innocent and impossibly there.
Unless she's having a nightmare. But it doesn't look like one of those nights.
"She's beautiful, isn't she, Marv?" The dog, still, is all the way across the apartment. "She just... beautiful." He could go on about any one part but the whole is beyond words.
"It could have been anyone, you know? I mean... well, no, maybe not. It could have been Alan." Sam sat back, pushing a hand through his hair. "God. Can you imagine, Alan, down there? Ending up on the Grid, in the Games. God, they'd kill him. They would have killed him. Almost killed me, man... At least until she came in." His body relaxed, remembering, a little smile hovering on his face. "All big wheels and loud engine. She was awesome, Marv, she really was."
He frowned a little when she said something, relaxed when it didn't sound bad or distressed. Reached out as if to brush her hair back down but decided against it
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Quorra wouldn't have the faintest idea how to respond to that, other than the very literal, no, he wasn't holding her back, and they went to Switzerland already, didn't they, and they could go other places, too?
Lucky for her, although possibly not quite so lucky for Sam (or maybe lucky, too. Yet.) she was actually sound asleep.
All right, she turned in her sleep, arm coming up in front of her face, the back of her fingers falling so close to his so as to almost stroke his cheek, forehead on the arm of the couch as he was resting.
Yeah, he wouldn't ever dare say most of those things when she were awake. If he thought she was even half awake.
He smiled, though, as she shifted. Reached up and curled his hand around hers very, very gently. Rolled his head forward slightly till her fingers were brushing his forehead.
[Her eyes are closed this time. Ram folds his arms on the back of the couch and looks down at her -- so still, so peaceful, the floor still littered with all that interesting stuff she and Lora had gotten from the User 'craft store'. The fasteners and ties were self-explanatory, the adhesive had been interesting to figure out, and the glitter and sequins....
..Hmmmmm. There are still some of those left, aren't there?]
[Once he's decided, he doesn't waste any time, hopping around to the middle of the floor and hunting up the colors and sizes he wants. Then it's a careful process of dabbing each sequin with the benign adhesive and starting a geometric freckle-trail along her cheekbone and down to her throat, the sequins decreasing in size and spectrum toward where he plans to finish off with a scattering of glitter. Between his fine motor skills and mathematical intuition, it's not a bad job, either, and he grins, wondering what she'll think of it.]
[Awww, and he was almost finished.~ He sits back as she stirred, so as not to be right in her face, but doesn't have time to clear get rid of the glitter on his fingers, so he just smiles, sheepish and mischievous at the same time.]
*considering the crafts things all around, the glitter on his fingers doesn't raise her suspicions. She stretches a little and smiles at him, yeah, her face feels a little funny, maybe there was a wrinkle on the pillow?*
[He sits back, clearing a space for himself among all the stuff, and props himself on his hands, admiring his handiwork. Wow, that nice shiny sunbeam is really convenient. Quorra, you should see yourself!]
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Unless she's having a nightmare. But it doesn't look like one of those nights.
"She's beautiful, isn't she, Marv?" The dog, still, is all the way across the apartment. "She just... beautiful." He could go on about any one part but the whole is beyond words.
"It could have been anyone, you know? I mean... well, no, maybe not. It could have been Alan." Sam sat back, pushing a hand through his hair. "God. Can you imagine, Alan, down there? Ending up on the Grid, in the Games. God, they'd kill him. They would have killed him. Almost killed me, man... At least until she came in." His body relaxed, remembering, a little smile hovering on his face. "All big wheels and loud engine. She was awesome, Marv, she really was."
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And then they weren't, anymore. Slowly, oh so slowly, they were fixing them, getting them right, getting them to function properly, beautifully.
Outside the dream, she gave a small sigh. "'s better."
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Lucky for her, although possibly not quite so lucky for Sam (or maybe lucky, too. Yet.) she was actually sound asleep.
All right, she turned in her sleep, arm coming up in front of her face, the back of her fingers falling so close to his so as to almost stroke his cheek, forehead on the arm of the couch as he was resting.
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He smiled, though, as she shifted. Reached up and curled his hand around hers very, very gently. Rolled his head forward slightly till her fingers were brushing his forehead.
"You sleep, yeah? You sleep well..."
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..Hmmmmm. There are still some of those left, aren't there?]
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Hi?
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Hey, Ram! Did I sleep long?
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Juuust about long enough.~
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