[[ crater-bound, diablo ]]

[almosthonorable]

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.

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[aimedforthemoon]

She could get used to this. Not the riding, specifically, although she is enjoying that, too. No, this whole sharing-a-bed-with-(Ben)someone situation she's gotten herself into.

Not to mention that a bed is heaven after three nights without, even if it is in a tavern that is...well. Like a tavern in Diablo, if what she saw last night was any indication.

(The sheriff is presently in the stocks. Or was, last she saw of him.)

Still, she's used to waking before dawn, and even if Ben had been still and asleep, she'd be waking up now. Probably not with that faint smile on her face, though.

"Dobraye ootra," she says, sleepily.