But I still wake up, I still see your ghost;

[youfallback]

Characters: Carolina and York
Date: Backdated to Tues or Weds
Location: York's suite, metal sector
Situation: Potentially awkward dinner with York and Carolina. Probably some small talk and serious discussions of Bad Things.
Warnings/Rating: Freelancer Things, awkward, etc. Maybe language.


[Things like having dinner shouldn't cause Carolina's stomach to twist and turn uncomfortably in her gut, but if they're short talk after her arrival had told her anything, it was that things were unbearably different between them. Conversation wasn't easy, wasn't natural, wasn't anything like it used to be. Even under the intense pressure of the Project, they'd still managed to talk as people when the job was done.

As she approaches his door, she reminds herself that it can happen again. They can re-build; they have to be able to re-build and she refuses to believe otherwise. So, she's out of her armor, her braided back and dressed in something she'd found here on the turtle, an open-collared cross garment with plain trousers and boots. Not her usual style, but she hoped it'd give the aire of her being at least mildly comfortable instead of her armor.

After a moment of hesitation, she raps as gently as she can against the door before stepping back and reminding herself to breathe.]

Comments

[youfallback]

[Carolina, too, settles back down beside him, letting the calm wash over her. It takes a moment or two before she realizes that she's pretty capable of falling asleep right here and that she doesn't mind. Not with how surprisingly comfortable it is laying back against a turtle shell like this.]

[agentdork]

[ He's not concerned with falling asleep, at least- York arches with a throaty hum and lets himself doze, every so often shifting, moving to get more comfortable. ]

[youfallback]

[Between the remains of exhaustion still present in her system after years of searching for the Director and the overwhelming peaceful feeling, Carolina drifts off, believing herself safe enough to do so with him right here. It's not too long before she shifts where she's at at his shoulder, unconsciously turning her face toward his shoulder for just a little more warmth.]

[agentdork]

[ it means the world, really, that she's comfortable, safe enough to let him go through and be there with her like this. York yawns, reaching out and gently tugs her closer so she's not resting her head on the ground, offering his shoulder if she wants. ]

[youfallback]

[She doesn't think about it as she sleepily settles again on his shoulder, turning onto her side so she's curled up against him. She keeps her hands to herself even as she's fast asleep, but she's still snoozing on his shoulder nonetheless.]