nothing ventured, nothing gained.

[glassbox]

WHO: lil and cross.
WHERE: his place.
WHEN: morning.
WARNINGS: two tall people with bad manners!
SUMMARY: this is domestic.
FORMAT: quicklog.

[ it's still strange to wake up and find a man who's not her husband in bed with her. she isn't sure she'll ever be used to it entirely, and on her bad days, isn't sure she wants to, but today is a better day, and she's as close to content as she ever can be. she isn't raging -- she's always a little crazy, a little tragic, but dangerously close to content. as long as she doesn't think about madison too long or too hard. if she does that, her chest starts to get tight, her emotions start to reel, and regret threatens to swallow her whole.

so lil does her best not to.

she's looking at herself in the mirror as she rinses the toothpaste from her mouth. mutant genes have helped her age gracefully -- she doesn't look as middle-aged as she feels sometimes -- but all that raw emotion has started to show, she thinks, in the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. she stares a minute, her grip on the sides of the sink tightening briefly, then leans to spit into the sink. minty fresh.

leaning out of the bathroom, she calls out: ]

You up, hon?

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[ioudas]

(he takes it, throwing an arm over his shoulder to rest his head in his hand.)

Fed Tim, read a couple of books, I'm going out for drinks later tonight and ... that's pretty much it. Look at that, I got something done.

[glassbox]

[ it's surprisingly tender, gentle the way she smooths hair back from his face so she can kiss him again, this one placed just above his eyebrow. she must be feeling affectionate -- which is a better alternative in most cases to her other moods. ]

S'pose that means y'got time for me after all.

[ioudas]

(he looks so happy in that moment; grabbing her fingers and kissing them again.)

We have all the time in the world.