( it wasn't often that someone could wake sooner than he did. he'd always been one to wake at sunrise and sleep a little after the sun set. perhaps the lack of sun was what left him out of order, there was nothing to remind his head to wake without sunlight filtering over a shadowed world. he has gotten accustomed to the slight ring of the charms on her clothes, the wolf less so. when he's spent the night indoors it always wakes him, and the animal watches her move around with quiet eyes from his spot half on the human still resting on the floor.
it had made his host feel a little guilty, though he hopes it has abated a little now. he'd slept in a lacking bed back in storybrooke but now that he has his memories he prefers what he knows, and he only ever slept on the ground in Misthaven. the floor isn't so different than that, and he's not without his comforts. he sleeps pretty well, though that might have something to do with what he doesn't have, more than what he does.
when he finally forces himself to rouse, the wolf loses his pillow and skitters up, padding toward the kitchen with curious and forward perked-ears. the former sheriff rubs at his eyes and tries to stretch the stiffness he can't quite feel from limbs before he heads toward Olivia, looking a little lost and a bit sheepish. he always seems to feel a little badly about existing in her space, even if it was offered. ) Good morning... I think. ( the eternal darkness made it perilously hard to tell if they'd actually found morning. )
sounds good to me!! and sorry for slow!
it had made his host feel a little guilty, though he hopes it has abated a little now. he'd slept in a lacking bed back in storybrooke but now that he has his memories he prefers what he knows, and he only ever slept on the ground in Misthaven. the floor isn't so different than that, and he's not without his comforts. he sleeps pretty well, though that might have something to do with what he doesn't have, more than what he does.
when he finally forces himself to rouse, the wolf loses his pillow and skitters up, padding toward the kitchen with curious and forward perked-ears. the former sheriff rubs at his eyes and tries to stretch the stiffness he can't quite feel from limbs before he heads toward Olivia, looking a little lost and a bit sheepish. he always seems to feel a little badly about existing in her space, even if it was offered. ) Good morning... I think. ( the eternal darkness made it perilously hard to tell if they'd actually found morning. )