IC Inbox

[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



text/audio/video/passive aggressive notes

Comments

[seaboard]

[ The second she feels her close, she does not even open her eyes, or seem to awaken at all, simply burrows in close. Her arms twined around her, clinging to her side with the strained breathing of someone who had so simply cried herself to sleep. Exhausted and limp with the effort, yet holds so tightly, as if even now, she is afraid she will lose her too. ]

[princess_of_ida]

[Prospero was commanded to sit directly in front of the door to keep anyone who might come calling - for good or ill - away. Ianthe would stay as long as she was needed. Eventually she drifted off for a bit, but she was too paranoid to truly sleep in an unsecured location. But lyctors didn't really need sleep like Gilia did.]