Video | Forward dated to the middle of the night

[mightbeconcussed]

[ Lucy is sitting up in bed, blankets rumpled around her. She's wearing pajamas and she looks exhausted because she hasn't slept well since she saw that cottage. She's twisting a strand of hair that's fallen out of a sleep-mussed ponytail around and around her finger, releasing it and twisting it again. There's a giant ginger cat curled up amidst the pillows. The edge of a sheet covered mirror can be seen not quite out of frame. She presses her lips together, teeth digging into her bottom lip before she releases it with a puff of air. ]

At what point in the whole insomnia cycle do you start seeing hallucinations? I've pretty much decided I'm going crazy because curses don't last this long. And yet...

[ She pauses, rubbing a hand over her face. ]

I'm sorry. I'm just tired and according to Fight Club, you can't die from insomnia so...[ She shrugs. ] I've lost my train of thought. Good night, City. I hope you all sleep better than I am.

[ She leans forward, flicking the recording device off. ]

Comments

[candothat]

Lazy cossack. [The pillow, of course. It should really be trying harder.]

Then I will say you're welcome.

[mightbeconcussed]

I ought to give it to Bryant and rely entirely on you for pillow purposes. [ It really should. In any case, Lucy is grinning. ]

A very appropriate response. [ She yawns widely.] And next time, I promise I'll be more fun and less sleepy.

[candothat]

I would not be opposed to this.

[Her yawn prompts one from him, too.] But you are cute when you're sleepy. Cuter than always.

[mightbeconcussed]

[ She can't help but smile when he gives her compliments like that. She snuggles into him and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. ]

You're going to sleep too, right? And be here when I wake up?

[ Subconsciously, that may be one reason she sleeps practically on top of him. She reasons the City can't take him away if she's lying on top of him.]

[candothat]

[At times like this, he wonders how he ever manages to sleep without a Lucy blanket. Now that his libido has finally given up for the night, he's wonderfully warm and sleepy and comfortable, and it doesn't really matter that Lucy blankets have bones that aren't always conducive to maximum comfort because she's right there and all is right with all of the universes.]

I'm halfway to sleep and have no intention of moving ever.

[Well. He'll have to move eventually, but he's pretty sure he wouldn't if he didn't have to.]

End thread?

[mightbeconcussed]

Mmmmmmm [ Lucy purrs a little at his words, snuggling in and relaxing entirely, giving up the idea of fighting sleep. ]

Good. Me either.

[ It's a sleepy sort of slur as she yawns once more and closes her eyes. She's at least half way to sleep.]