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During the warmer winter mornings, Adelaide tended to leave her blinds just that little bit more open; so when the earth rolled and groaned on its axis for another full rotation, the moon swallowed by a far off distance and the sun rising like a goddess beyond the horizonโthat sublime moment of early morning gloam, the fading stars flowing into a brilliant clear morning sky, those shards of light would cut through the open spaces of her blinds. A heated, yellow glow like some otherworldly power would illuminate the corners of her room, and bring with it rejuvenation of a new day; and most importantly of all, it gave the seamstress a chance to feel the sun's caress on her fingertips, the lick of nature's alarm telling her to arise and goโto retrieve her from deep clutches of slumber.
It was no different when her beloved had asked to stay the night before, they'd hovered down the hall after rich food and sweet wine like two wavin pipes, two sheets to the wind as she'd heard her dad sayโeach had a blush of intoxication on their drowsy lashes, faint smiles and slightly mumbled words. Undressing and climbing in between her clean sheets, bare toes running along smooth fabric, it wasn't long before they'd fallen deep into sleep wrapped up around each other, missing pieces of the same puzzle didn't fit together as rightly so as they did. Her blonde curls spilling along the pillow's behind her, and their smooth profile sunk deep against the perfumed covers against their cheeks. The wine wasn't needed to sleep, but it certainly helped. The blinds stayed cracked open just slightly, enough for that light to spill across their bodies when dawn arrived.
And dawn, of course, came. A shattering, dazzling piece of perfect weatherโsplitting the stones with its intensity, the sunlight grew and bathed them in that healing light, but Adelaide stayed wrapped up in her sleep; too deeply buried on warmth to stir much at the rush of golden light against her back, her eyes stayed firmly shut, her chest a mere flutter of feathers with her breath. But what drew her from the clutches of dreamless realm of the soft patter of fingertips, caring and cautious, against her shoulder blades. A swipe or two here, a softly drawn line that curled on the contours of her body and brushed the sensitive nape of her neck. Her subconscious was aware of it first, the rise of a blanket of goosebumps across her exposed shoulders and neck, the shudder of her spine.
Eventually, eyes opened tooโand blurry, they stared briefly at the wall opposite when those fingertips continued to brush and pull back like gentle breaths against her warm skin. The seamstress stretches her toes, and rolls; turning back towards their form behind her, arms immediately sliding over their shoulders, drawing them into an embrace.
"What were y'writin' just now?" She mutters on a sleepy tongue; her fingertips sinking deep into their hair, brushing along their nape. Adelaide could feel them smile against her arm, but they remained silentโshe doesn't chase the answer, instead; finds her new home wrapped up against them, throwing a leg over them. Too happy to care, too safe to feel nervous.
During the winter mornings, she let the light into her life.
It was no different when her beloved had asked to stay the night before, they'd hovered down the hall after rich food and sweet wine like two wavin pipes, two sheets to the wind as she'd heard her dad sayโeach had a blush of intoxication on their drowsy lashes, faint smiles and slightly mumbled words. Undressing and climbing in between her clean sheets, bare toes running along smooth fabric, it wasn't long before they'd fallen deep into sleep wrapped up around each other, missing pieces of the same puzzle didn't fit together as rightly so as they did. Her blonde curls spilling along the pillow's behind her, and their smooth profile sunk deep against the perfumed covers against their cheeks. The wine wasn't needed to sleep, but it certainly helped. The blinds stayed cracked open just slightly, enough for that light to spill across their bodies when dawn arrived.
And dawn, of course, came. A shattering, dazzling piece of perfect weatherโsplitting the stones with its intensity, the sunlight grew and bathed them in that healing light, but Adelaide stayed wrapped up in her sleep; too deeply buried on warmth to stir much at the rush of golden light against her back, her eyes stayed firmly shut, her chest a mere flutter of feathers with her breath. But what drew her from the clutches of dreamless realm of the soft patter of fingertips, caring and cautious, against her shoulder blades. A swipe or two here, a softly drawn line that curled on the contours of her body and brushed the sensitive nape of her neck. Her subconscious was aware of it first, the rise of a blanket of goosebumps across her exposed shoulders and neck, the shudder of her spine.
Eventually, eyes opened tooโand blurry, they stared briefly at the wall opposite when those fingertips continued to brush and pull back like gentle breaths against her warm skin. The seamstress stretches her toes, and rolls; turning back towards their form behind her, arms immediately sliding over their shoulders, drawing them into an embrace.
"What were y'writin' just now?" She mutters on a sleepy tongue; her fingertips sinking deep into their hair, brushing along their nape. Adelaide could feel them smile against her arm, but they remained silentโshe doesn't chase the answer, instead; finds her new home wrapped up against them, throwing a leg over them. Too happy to care, too safe to feel nervous.
During the winter mornings, she let the light into her life.
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