Room 301, Tuesday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was tired and weary, still, but a few days in Idris had done her some good. Even if everyone was still more than a little shell-shocked. Even if everyone was still in mourning for something or someone, and there had been a Council meeting to determine the place of the Seelie Court among them after their betrayal.

Even if the Hall of Accords had been draped with the blue banners of victory, a golden rune of triumph on each one.

It all felt very far away now that Isabelle was back on Fandom. Her room looked the same. Glitter and clothes spilled everywhere. Nothing here suggested the occupant had quite literally been to hell and back not too many days ago.

Isabelle sent out a single text to Flick – I'm here, and nothing else – and dropped her phone on her bed. And sighed.

[ooc: Open door, open post.]

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[seveninchmotto]

Good, because Isabelle was kind of manhandling him. Even pushed him into falling over onto the bed once they were there.

She was just glad he was here to be touched.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick fell back against the bed and situated himself against her pillows, waiting for her to join him.

She could touch him all night.

[seveninchmotto]

She had every intention to. Although there was a good chance a lot of that touching would involve her dozing on top of him.

Because as soon as she was on the bed, she sprawled all over him and rested her head against his chest.

[flickofthewrist]

"You should try and sleep," he murmured, sliding his hand under her hair and massaging her neck. "I know you're not sleeping well but you haven't been sleeping with me."

[seveninchmotto]

"Is that a come-on?"

She knew it wasn't. It was just a joke. She slid her hand up until her fingertips were resting against his collar bone.

"I'll be sleeping with you eventually."

[flickofthewrist]

"Eventually?" he asked, glancing down at her. "Just gonna lay with me now?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes."

Sleep would come when it was good and ready to. She didn't think she could force it.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick nodded and stretched.

"Okay," he murmured, sighing and closing his eyes. "Sounds fine to me."

And then he was quiet.

[seveninchmotto]

So was Isabelle. Quiet and still.

Well, after pulling his other arm around herself, anyway. It made her feel safe, and safe was what she deserved after her trials.

Maybe she'd even doze off for a while.