forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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Lucy allowed herself to stay awake for a few more minutes. She had to admit, she was growing fond of Sam. But she scolded herself. That’s how things spiraled downhill the last time, getting emotionally attached. She but the inside of her cheek before shutting her eyes and doing her best to drift off to sleep as well.

Sam woke up a few hours later, not realizing that he had fallen asleep. It had been so long since he'd last had any kind of nightmare-less sleep. He rolled over, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Frowning, he looked up at Lucy. He still hadn't figured out why he cared about her so much, and didn't want to figure it out at the moment

Lucy shifted slightly in her light slumber, still loosely hugging the pillow. She had set her glasses aside, on the floor next to her bag, so she could get more comfortable. Though, it was hard to be fully comfortable on the small-ish couch, and it left her curled up with her knees pulled up a tad.

Sam kept looking at her, assuming she was still asleep. She looked just like every other human, so why did she seem so different? Why couldn't things like this be simple, like protecting his city? Sure it was better than dealing with the gods, but it was still annoying

There was a sudden beeping noise that began coming from the satchel and Lucy shifted, a soft hum coming from her throat as she shifted to reach into her bag, pulling out her phone. She squinted at the alert, before switching it off and tossing it into the bag. She rubbed at her eyes sleepily, not yet noticing that Sam was awake.

Sam almost immediately rolled over when Lucy woke up, deciding that staring at the carpet was far more interesting

Lucy sensed a bit of movement nearby, and turned her head to squint at Sam, his figure slightly blurry because she didn’t have her glasses on. She sat herself up, trying her best to be quiet, assuming he was asleep. She winced, her neck and head feeling more sore then the sharp pains that she felt earlier. She picked up her glasses, putting them on. She also tied her russet hair into a loose bun, a few strands not fitting, so they fell loosely by her face. She shifted her feet so they were on the floor and hesitantly tried to stand up, holding onto the arm of the couch for support.

Sam rolled back over to look at her, doing his best to pretend he was just waking up. "You're loud," he grumbled, blinking a bit to make it seem a little more believable. He didn't quite know why he felt the need to pretend he just woke up, but went with it anyways

“Oh, sorry,” Lucy responded quickly, biting her lower lip. She managed to stand, but kept her hand against the arm of the couch just in case.

"At least you got a couch," Sam said, bones popping as he sat up to stretch. His aviator jacket had fallen partially off his shoulder, and his hair was messier than usual. The collar of his button down was wrinkled so that the ends of what looked like a large tattoo on his back different from the runes on his skin was partially visible

"I'm not a cat," he huffed, finishing the last of his tea. He set it aside, now feeling a little drowsy

(No, he's a dog now remember?)