When she sat up quickly, Sylvi who was draped across both their chests, being bigger these days was jolted fully onto Thorfinn and her nails dug into him from where part of his shirt had ridde up. His eyes snapping open at the movement hands flying for his knives before the world caught up. It was just another morning for him, another nice one waking up beside her. Usually he wandered home in the early am so not to worry those at the Roadhouse. Seeing Freya's back he smiled letting go of the knife.
The night hadn't been a cruel dream. Then her canting words hit him, shit something was wrong. He pushed himself to sit up, all other needs of his body forgotten in that moment as his hands reached out for her shoulders. "What is wrong, Freya?" He asked quietly aiming to not spook her. "What happened?" He hoped it wasn't him being there, but he was a selfish pessimist.
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Date: 2017-01-03 06:11 pm (UTC)The night hadn't been a cruel dream. Then her canting words hit him, shit something was wrong. He pushed himself to sit up, all other needs of his body forgotten in that moment as his hands reached out for her shoulders. "What is wrong, Freya?" He asked quietly aiming to not spook her. "What happened?" He hoped it wasn't him being there, but he was a selfish pessimist.