Sure enough, Roland heard none of it. He was already fast asleep. He slept deeply, although that didn't mean dreamlessly; if she awoke in the night, she would find him tossing and turning, occasionally muttering something in the thick, slurred tones of dream-speak. What contentment he'd found in her didn't carry into sleep, it seemed.
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timeasmymeasure
you can either call this an end to the thread or carry on from the morning, idk
Date: 2015-02-08 04:23 am (UTC)