[ olivia had no objection to being drawn closer, eagerly seeking out the offered warmth of his body now that he had wordlessly given her permission to do so. easy enough to press her cheek against his chest and tighten the leg she'd had wrapped around him, though she has yet to burrow out from the cocoon she'd made for herself. ]
It's too bright, [ she says in response, her own words made thick with a sleep that is too quickly ebbing away. there is a hint of a tone there he might not recognize from her before — a whine, almost petulant and resentful. she has her eyes squeezed, but the light pouring from the window persists, and despite the pleasure of warmth it grants her during this winter season, she still finds herself quite rueful. ]
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It's too bright, [ she says in response, her own words made thick with a sleep that is too quickly ebbing away. there is a hint of a tone there he might not recognize from her before — a whine, almost petulant and resentful. she has her eyes squeezed, but the light pouring from the window persists, and despite the pleasure of warmth it grants her during this winter season, she still finds herself quite rueful. ]