Maketh closes her eyes, sighing against Rey's neck. Listening to her heartbeat, letting herself settle. The feel of sweat and warm skin, something that ought to be unpleasant but somehow isn't. She's comforted. Safe, even.
"Sleep," she murmurs. "We have all the time in the world."
All the time in the world. It's a nice thought, even when time itself is always fleeting. Every fiber in her wants them to stay here forever, in this moment. Still, Rey wants to believe...
Her eyes flutter shut then, just feeling Maketh pressed to her. Taking in every second of it and committing this moment to a memory so it'll never die.
It'll be a while before she wakes. Take it while it lasts.
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"Sleep," she murmurs. "We have all the time in the world."
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Her eyes flutter shut then, just feeling Maketh pressed to her. Taking in every second of it and committing this moment to a memory so it'll never die.
It'll be a while before she wakes. Take it while it lasts.