izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-06-10 11:18 pm
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Room 406, Very late

After spending the afternoon getting ready and the evening hunting mummies, Isabel was exhausted. She was also banged up and dirty from being tossed around, and bloody from the gouges the mummy had clawed into her neck. After checking back in at Rory's room and getting her injuries looked at, she headed up to her room for a shower and sleep.

She left her door unlocked.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"It is," she said as she tried to tug the blankets down from underneath Greg's sprawled body. "Do you think there's any room for me there?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Maaaaaybe," he drawled scooting over just a little. "Do you think that's enough room?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"It better be," Isabel said as she tried to fit herself into the tiny space, wincing as some of her bruises made themselves known. "I not sure I'll be awake much longer."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"That's fine," Greg said, switching the playfulness for a quieter tone, and scooting to make more room as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "That's totally fine. What can I do to make things better?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel burrowed into his side, draping an arm over his chest and resting her head his shoulder. "This is perfect," she said, tipping her head to kiss his jaw.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Well good, because this is something I can do," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you're okay, by the way."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"You do it well," Isabel said with a small smile. "It got scary. But we're all mostly okay. That's what matters." Then she yawned.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Go to sleep, honey," he encouraged, wrapping his other arm around her. "You're exhausted. And I'm not going anywhere."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel was mostly asleep by that point. But she still managed one last, quiet whisper, "Good."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-11 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Night," he whispered, resting his cheek against her hair and shutting his eyes.