02-24-2015, 02:54 PM
Lucas had been more than through when looking her over for any injuries. He drifted off to sleep again while Aria lay with her head on his shoulder and her arm and legs draped over him. She idly ran the tips of her finger over the edge of his tattoo tracing it as he drifted. She wasn't exactly tired, but she was too comfortable too move. Lucas was safe, it was the first time in forever she'd felt protected from everything. He couldn't really protect her from her life, but the illusion remained. Lucas was safe, he was home, and he was worth living for.
Aria laid in bed until her internal clock nagged at her, she'd been idle too long, doing nothing, and sleep did not come. She carefully extracted herself from Lucas' embrace and whispered for him to sleep.
She found her clothes again, she'd have to go home and actually change if she was to be presentable for the day. But she'd felt Aurora leave and now they were all alone in the big warehouse. Aria wondered where Nox was when she opened the door to her room and stepped into the pre-dawn hours. The sky was getting lighter, but the sun had yet to peek it's head above the horizon. Nox wasn't home, and that was only mildly concerning. She didn't know what he did on his own time after all.
He hadn't answered her text either. Aria didn't know when Aurora would be home again, so she started to straighten up the mess that had been made. Nox was going to be pissed. She found the broom and sweat the floor of the fallen sheet rock and picked up the coat rack before she busied herself to making breakfast in the kitchen. But she sent Nox a text first. "At your place, spent the night, making breakfast."
Aria found that Nox and Auroras refrigerator was always stocked with food, and to the best of their American upbringing. Aria was not a fancy cook but she could muster up food as needed. The best she was going to muster to day was a vegetable and sausage fritta - simple and easy enough to make for more than one person with limited ingredients. Not that there were limited ingredients, just what Aria actually wanted to use without asking.
Aria moved through their kitchen with ease, Aurora had planned for every eventuality in there.
Aria laid in bed until her internal clock nagged at her, she'd been idle too long, doing nothing, and sleep did not come. She carefully extracted herself from Lucas' embrace and whispered for him to sleep.
She found her clothes again, she'd have to go home and actually change if she was to be presentable for the day. But she'd felt Aurora leave and now they were all alone in the big warehouse. Aria wondered where Nox was when she opened the door to her room and stepped into the pre-dawn hours. The sky was getting lighter, but the sun had yet to peek it's head above the horizon. Nox wasn't home, and that was only mildly concerning. She didn't know what he did on his own time after all.
He hadn't answered her text either. Aria didn't know when Aurora would be home again, so she started to straighten up the mess that had been made. Nox was going to be pissed. She found the broom and sweat the floor of the fallen sheet rock and picked up the coat rack before she busied herself to making breakfast in the kitchen. But she sent Nox a text first. "At your place, spent the night, making breakfast."
Aria found that Nox and Auroras refrigerator was always stocked with food, and to the best of their American upbringing. Aria was not a fancy cook but she could muster up food as needed. The best she was going to muster to day was a vegetable and sausage fritta - simple and easy enough to make for more than one person with limited ingredients. Not that there were limited ingredients, just what Aria actually wanted to use without asking.
Aria moved through their kitchen with ease, Aurora had planned for every eventuality in there.