08-18-2013, 08:45 PM
There's no clinging, pulling-back, no as Sera gets up. Hawksley's hand slips from hers and he watches her go to the door, letting Sid in. Hugging Sid. Crying against Sid. Among all the other things that Sid sees in Sera's bedroom is a tall man with brass-and-wheat colored hair, lying in Sera's bed half-beneath its covers, and he's shirtless so it's entirely possible he's also naked under that sheet, though in truth he isn't. Not entirely.
He catches Sid's eye past Sera's shoulder for a moment. Especially at night, in the dark, with the weight of near-death hanging over all of them, Hawksley's strange golden brightness seems all the more noticable, all the harder to ignore by virtue of the contrast. And yes, Sera and Hawksley had been in bed together, though Sera is still covered top-and-bottom, and Sera did tell her to come, and
well. None of it is worth stressing over, really. Not easy to stress over social interactions when someone's in the hospital and someone else is crying over it.
Hawksley doesn't answer for Sera. Of course not.
He catches Sid's eye past Sera's shoulder for a moment. Especially at night, in the dark, with the weight of near-death hanging over all of them, Hawksley's strange golden brightness seems all the more noticable, all the harder to ignore by virtue of the contrast. And yes, Sera and Hawksley had been in bed together, though Sera is still covered top-and-bottom, and Sera did tell her to come, and
well. None of it is worth stressing over, really. Not easy to stress over social interactions when someone's in the hospital and someone else is crying over it.
Hawksley doesn't answer for Sera. Of course not.
my whole life is thunder.