10-03-2018, 09:19 PM
Consciousness seeped in, both unwelcome and uninvited. Raffe's skin felt prickly with heat, clammy beneath the skin of his shirt. Burying his head into the cushions seemed like a grand plan; one he indulged with a grimace before he thought to wonder where he was (or how he got there). He was not a stranger to waking up in unusual places, so it wasn't his first question.
He felt awful. Blinked a few times, disorientated, before he realised he was not alone. His gaze followed the spear of her crossed legs as he pushed himself up. Severe silver strands curled around her chin; an imperious, aloof face. Raffe grinned, rueful; ran a hand through his curls. Then his grip slipped to his throat. It felt like he'd swallowed razorblades.
He felt awful. Blinked a few times, disorientated, before he realised he was not alone. His gaze followed the spear of her crossed legs as he pushed himself up. Severe silver strands curled around her chin; an imperious, aloof face. Raffe grinned, rueful; ran a hand through his curls. Then his grip slipped to his throat. It felt like he'd swallowed razorblades.