Tag: zayneth x 18

Sleep was an elusive but glorious thing. When it found her, she slept hard. It had taken months for her to be able to actually sleep with Zay, whether at her place or his. She never really found it odd that they’d stay up all night, talking and well…not talking.

The first time it had happened, she woke up, curled against him, and he was sitting up, leaned against the headboard, wide awake. She never questioned, they each kept their own secrets. The late-night comm talks had given that much up. He’d dozed off during a few of the more inconsequential, trivial talks but not in her presence.

The sun was rising as she stirred, her arm draped over a sleeping Zayneth. Lately, Sunday mornings had consisted of visits to Fairbreeze and...

After a long and tiring night of going circles, Tris was home. Without even bothering to turn on any lights, she made her way to her bedroom, shoulders were slumped in defeat and exhaustion. She shed her clothing, save for an underslip, and plopped down in a chair, ignoring Duir as she’d done for weeks now. She looked down at her arm, fingers tracing the new skin in spots along it…still marked from her bout with fire. Though, the wounds weren’t nearly as bad as they seemed in her head. They had healed fine, with only discoloration and mottled texture remaining.

“You could try being a dominatrix…” “Maybe you need a different friend with benefits…” “You should train as a mercenary…” “Join the military!”

She...

She’d watched her sleep for what felt like hours now. The city lamps cast just enough light for Tris to see her. Her friend had been gone so long, she couldn’t bear not being near her this first night, especially since he wasn’t there. Tris lay there until there was no doubt in her mind she’d go crazy if she didn’t go home, at least for a little bit.

I can sneak out for a bit. She won’t even know. I can go and then we’ll have a nice breakfast. She wants to cook me muffins.

Tris carefully slid out of bed, it was something she once was quite skilled at. She hoped she hadn’t lost her touch. Once she’d snuck out of the bedroom, she nearly ran to her own apartment.

As she strode through her house, she’d shed her...