Katherine "Kissin' Kate" Barlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ikissdhimbck) wrote2010-10-10 02:11 pm
ikissdhimbck) wrote2010-10-10 02:11 pm
OOM: France, 2005
[Third OOM]
Kate wakes to sunlight poring into her room, the shadows of Chêne-liège leaves dancing across her eyes. She breathes in deeply, stretching her legs against the cotton sheets, and rolls over. Her hand smooths over the mattress, searching.
And then she remembers.
Eyes open to an empty bed, her tanned hand resting against stark white sheets. For a while, she doesn't move. She dares to wonder when she'll wake up to something other than the vice-grip ache in her heart.
A knock comes at her door, light but insistent, like the determined birdsong outside the french doors.
Kate wakes to sunlight poring into her room, the shadows of Chêne-liège leaves dancing across her eyes. She breathes in deeply, stretching her legs against the cotton sheets, and rolls over. Her hand smooths over the mattress, searching.
And then she remembers.
Eyes open to an empty bed, her tanned hand resting against stark white sheets. For a while, she doesn't move. She dares to wonder when she'll wake up to something other than the vice-grip ache in her heart.
A knock comes at her door, light but insistent, like the determined birdsong outside the french doors.
no subject
no subject
She believes there's little in life more important than protecting the ones you love.
Speaking of which...
"D'you think we oughta let Jasper know 'bout all this?"