no_sin_but: (now now my dear)
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The first night had been spent out in the open, but tonight Marlowe has found the pair a tavern. Quiet, out of the way, not well-to-do but hardly the worst place he has slept in.

Of course, that is the problem.

Marlowe leans against the doorway, watching Mary Anne (Mariane) with an amused twinkle in his eye.

"So, my dear. Which side of the bed do you want?"

Date: 2008-01-19 07:42 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (le tired)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She eyes him.

"I'm not picky."

She has, after all, slept in much worse.

"What about you?"

Date: 2008-01-19 08:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
"Entirely unfussed."

She's closest to the door, she dies first. But she can't die.

Hmmm...

Date: 2008-01-19 08:19 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (golden)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She used to sleep further from the door, so she could roll over the side and come up with her rifle in her hands. But her rifle is a million worlds away and she can't die...

So.

She sits on the side of the bed nearer the door.

"This is fine, then."

Date: 2008-01-19 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
"Good-o."

Right, it's nearly summer, so doublet off.

Date: 2008-01-19 09:10 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (shoulder)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne does not hum a few bars from "Anything You Can Do."

Still, it is nearly summer and she's got more layers on than she's had in years. The gown is wriggled out of first, then the kirtle. Both are folded up and set neatly aside before she lies down on her side, wearing only her shift and facing away from Kit.

Date: 2008-01-19 09:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
Marlowe is taking his boots off; undo the buttons at the back, peel them down and then tug off. Not the most elegant of things to get off, but he's had enough mocking from Darren to put up with anything that Mary Anne can throw at him.

Even if she isn't throwing anything.

Just lying there.

His eye drifts over the curves of her waist and hip, and then he shakes his head slightly and works on the other boot.

Date: 2008-01-19 09:36 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (hands)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne shifts very slightly, trying to get comfortable, then realizes what's bothering her.

"Oh."

She sits up, slipping a hand into the pocket of her shift and drawing out her knife. She tucks it under the edge of her pillow, where she can reach it much easier, then lays back down.

Date: 2008-01-19 09:38 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (hunter)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She halfway over, twisting to see his face.

"Do you?" she asks, smiling faintly.

Date: 2008-01-19 09:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
He nods, smiling faintly back.
Edited Date: 2008-01-19 09:41 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-01-19 09:43 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (laying lying lie-ing)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"Great minds think alike, I guess," she says.

Date: 2008-01-19 09:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
"Or deeply, irreversibly paranoid ones."

Date: 2008-01-19 09:48 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (smile)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She laughs.

"I prefer to think of us as 'practical.'"

Date: 2008-01-19 09:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
He thinks it over a moment.

"Only in highly specific circumstances."

Right, so. Bed.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:02 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (laying lying lie-ing)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"Yeah, but you never know when those circumstances are going to be met."

This does not sound like paranoia to her. This sounds like common sense. If she had her rifle here too, that'd be paranoia.




Yes. Bed.

"What time do we leave in the morning?"

Date: 2008-01-19 10:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
"Dawn, or there abouts." Marlowe has ever been too restless a mind to stay anywhere long. He moves to the end of the bed and then crawls onto it, twisting around so that he studies the ceiling.

Somehow, this is far, far more awkward than sleeping with Darren had ever been.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:19 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (le tired)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"Alright."

She closes her eyes.

"Good night, then."

Date: 2008-01-19 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
"Night. Blow out the candle, would you please?"

Date: 2008-01-19 10:27 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (shoulder)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
"Sure."

She sits back up just enough to lean over to the nightstand. A moment later, the room goes dark.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
Marlowe doesn't shut his eye. He does, however, keep staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore her.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:38 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (not all there)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
Mary Anne spent three years training herself to fall asleep and wake up at the drop of a hat.






And of course, that training is amounting to fuck all right now.

Mary Anne stares at the door and tries not to breath too loudly.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
Shutting eye will help.








Any moment now.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:46 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (hurt myself today)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She could stay awake for a little while, really. She is here to protect him, after all. Can't do that if she's asleep.







Just for a little while.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] no-sin-but.livejournal.com
You know what?

Sod it.

He isn't as young as he once was, and running on nervous energy more than sleep for weeks, and in any case he'd always slept better with someone than without.

Call it training, but it isn't so long before his breathing deepens, and evens out.

Date: 2008-01-19 10:51 am (UTC)
song_tra_bong: (sleeping)
From: [personal profile] song_tra_bong
She listens to his breathing, counting the minutes in her head.

At fifteen, she smiles and closes her eyes.

By sixteen, she's asleep.

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