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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 10:27 am
It wasn't back to normal, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was getting there. Slowly but surely, the tension and the fear of Blackfriars was fading from everyone's minds. Lucas had gone back to looking human, and the rest of them... seemed to be doing the same. Something worse was likely imminent, but for the time, they all had the opportunity to breathe.
Which was exactly what Autumn was doing.
Sunday morning, and Autumn was sleeping in. She'd begged Eve for the morning off (and god bless her, she'd gotten it), and had thus spent Sunday the best way possible. And that was doing absolutely ******** nothing. Laying in bed, lazy with her boyfriend... it was wonderful. Autumn sighed contentedly to herself, snuggling closer to Deacon.
"You know... we could totally order delivery. Not get dressed, spend the day being lazy," She offered, voice little more than a murmur. Everything was still in the late-morning haze of having nowhere to be, voice rough with sleep and hair a mess. And it was perfect.
"I've got enough food to get us through dinner later, too, if you're serious about being un-serious today."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 1:27 pm
A deep breath signaled the man was awake - a light sleeper if ever there was one - blue eyes still closed even as Autumn pressed along the line of his body. His embrace was a slow and lazy circle around her back and hips, calloused fingers tracing along the dip of her spine as he held her closer, smiling at her words with a sleepy chuckle. "You don't have to convince me, cherie," he rumbled, his voice thick and soft with tendrils of sleep. "I still say a vacation wouldn't hurt anything." Deacon was all teasing and lethargic affection, nosing into her untamed hair - he loved it this way, wild as she was - breathing in her closeness. "I could draw a bath," he ventured to suggest in his lazy drawl, nuzzling towards her ear, "for you, or both of us, you know I'm -- " Abruptly, Deacon's head jerked back, wincing. Something hard had just all but stabbed him in the eye! His bright blues opened to survey the room, bewildered at what could have possibly smacked him while the only two denizens of the room were quite comfortably nestled against each other. He didn't have to look far, however, eyes focusing on the soft tawny offender. Growing out of Autumn's hair. Like an antler."Uh." It was the only sound he could make, his expression one of pure shock, perplexity starting to seep in.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 4:35 pm
"You're, uh? Kind of left me hanging there, baby," she teased, still not awake enough to process the hesitation underlying his tone. Subconsciously she snuggled closer, pushing back to really steal all of Deacon's warmth--
and felt, strangely, something butt against Deacon.
"...Did I fall asleep with something in my hair?" Autumn asked, raising a hand up to her hair. With a still tired-sloppy hand she felt around, trying to figure out what the ******** she had accidentally hit her poor boyfriend with. Finally, she found the knobby little source, and groped at the offending object.
Then stopped.
"...Babe. Um. I think I am having a really weird dream again, because I seem to have sprouted horns last night??? Unless I had a few more than I thought and. Put something really stupid in my hair???"
She was not freaking out. Nope. ******** not.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 4:53 pm
"Hey," he exhaled, keeping his voice soft, trying not to get caught in her tide of panic, "it's okay, let me see, shh." Deacon sat up a little, one arm still around Autumn, his free hand gently smoothing through her hair and delicately curling around her fingers, trying to get her to let go. "Let me see." Only once she let go could he get a good look, his own work worn fingers tracing over the velvety growths. He'd seen enough from his hunting neighbors to know. "The good news is, there's nothing stupid in your hair, cherie." Deacon swallowed hard, looking between the two seemingly harmless nubs and looking down to her eyes, controlled and unfettered. "The interesting news is you have antlers. Young, velvet antlers, lightly colored." Honestly? It was far from the strangest thing he'd seen in Ashdown.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 5:54 pm
Autumn turned quickly to face him, unknowingly revealing the fawn-spot freckles, her face drawn in an unhappy frown. Objectively, she might've thought it was ******** adorable. Currently, it was making her mad as hell. Her brow was furrowed as she felt of her horns, trying to mentally come to terms with these. These things. Horns. In her hair. Her perfect, flawless hair. She moaned aloud and flopped backwards on the bed, scowling up at the ceiling for having the ******** gall to exist in her presence.
"How the ******** am I going to do my hair!? Or ever do dreads again!? I mean, come oooooonnnn!!!!" She whined, perfectly aware of what a petulant child she was being. Autumn folded her arms and scowled.
"Stupid Ashdown. Stupid, stupid Ashdown. I can tolerate the ******** magical deer. And the ******** up wolf s**t. I can get over the violence and the injuries. BUT MY ******** HAIR?!?!" Like, seriously. It was her THING. That and her face... she rolled over angrily, still facing Deacon, still very much pouting.
"What the ********. Like. My hair. How dare they."
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