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almosthonorable) wrote2009-03-11 12:55 am
almosthonorable) wrote2009-03-11 12:55 am
Entry tags:
[[ crater-bound, diablo ]]
whitetextiswhite
[ cowboys and russians ]
The fourth morning, Ben's awake well before dawn. Despite the hour, he's downright jovial from a night spent in an actual bed and the chance to wash away the dust from the trail.
(Of course, sharing that bed with Esfir's no hardship.)
They've still got a twelve-mile ride ahead of them, but he doesn't wake her just yet; the pads of his fingers are stroking the back of her neck in a steady, featherlight rhythm.
[ cowboys and russians ]
The fourth morning, Ben's awake well before dawn. Despite the hour, he's downright jovial from a night spent in an actual bed and the chance to wash away the dust from the trail.
(Of course, sharing that bed with Esfir's no hardship.)
They've still got a twelve-mile ride ahead of them, but he doesn't wake her just yet; the pads of his fingers are stroking the back of her neck in a steady, featherlight rhythm.
no subject
Closes it.
And wraps an arm around her shoulders.
(It's a wise man who knows when to press an issue and when to hold his tongue.)
A breeze kicks up, drying the sweat collecting beneath the brim of his hat, and he's content to study this
hole in the groundcrater with her for as long as she wants.