Your Honey: Moon

[Dean Gray]

The scene repeated in front of him. Awkwardness. His chin tugging into a smile. Blue eyes. Darkness. Waiting. Soft. Warm. Nice. Darkness ended. Blue eyes again. Blue eyes gone, rushing elsewhere. His smile not disappearing. Strange.

He awoke with a smile, noting the heat beside him. That was strange. He glanced to his side, spotting a flash of red, sleeping. He instinctively recoiled, not used to having anyone this close to him, falling off the rather small bed. Scrambling to his feet, he paused, looking at Emer, for it was her, lying asleep on the bed. She looked.. peaceful, her head resting on her hand. Wait.. her hand had a brand new ornament. A ring, with a star? Well, they did get 'married', he supposed. He glanced at his own hand and found a grey ring with a moon on his finger. Celestial objects? Dean wondered for a moment if these choices were supported by some sense of symbolism. All he knew was that the star usually symbolized hope.. Or lack thereof. 

He gazed around the room and found an armchair. Finally, a proper chair. He went to sit in it, and turned to look at Emer. His.. wife. Well, at least within the confines of this setting. There was no way this would last outside. Not that there was anything, really. Right? He didn't hate the idea, but she probably did. Besides, if they made it to the outside alive, he doubted that she would want to hang around anyone that reminded her about this. Then again, shared experiences, good or bad, tended to foster relationships. He sighed. What the hell was he doing. If he wanted to get out alive, he had to be selfish. He couldn't care about anyone else. This was foolish and stupid. Then again.. He sighed. 

[Emer Shallow]

Emer was slumbering peacefully - a divine biproduct of whatever they were gassed with. Or had their drinks spiked with, who knew. In either case, there was no way she'd be currently sleeping without anything in her system. The previous day had been insane, and the adrenaline bomb of everything that had happened would have kept her awake for days. For this blissful moment, however, her mind was blank, her soul at ease. Once in a while she'd lay like this, forgetting that she'd swapped her old life of comfort and friends and ease with this new existence.

She vaguely noticed that a comforting warmth had left her, leaving her side exposed and cold. Subconsciously she tugged at the blankets, pulling them closer to herself, but it wasn't enough to maintain her unconsciousness, and it wasn't long before she started waking up. Drowzily she opened her eyes, the hand next to her coming into focus. Beyond it she slowly started to take in the room, a new room, again. But then her attention snapped back to her hand - what the...

Pulling her hand closer she examined the ring on her finger. Cheap, disposable, white plastic. I wonder what second-hand gift shop the bitch bought this one from. She'd remove it, disgusted by how someone had just forced this onto her finger while unconscious, but she wasn't sure she was willing to pay the price for misbehaving like that. Pity it was white, Emer had always wanted a wedding ring in white gold, but she wasn't sure she could take the reminder when and if that day ever came for real.

It started to dawn on her what the ring meant. All the memories of the night before were rising to the surface, further established as truth by her aching scalp. Running her hand through her hair she was grateful that it was no longer trying to uproot itself. The relief was about more than being painfree - being manipulated and styled against her will, like she was a Barbie doll, some sick child's plaything, left a poor taste in her mouth.

Finally, she started sitting up, trying to brace herself for a new day. What she hadn't expected was suddenly spotting Dean, creepily watching her from an armchair across the room. Startled, she tried grabbing onto the bedside for support. Her arm found empty air rather than mattress, and before she knew it she was on the floor as well, wrapped up in blankets, tangled hair and complicated emotions.

She was glad to see him, truely, but the embarrassment of not only this moment, but the past day, was too much. Her cheeks flushed bright red as she sat crossed eyes and peaked at him through her messy locks. So much for letting her heart relax a little, apparently it thought she was running a marathon. "You startled me a little," she said sheepishly, and flashed him a shy smile. What on earth was he doing there anyway?

[Dean Gray]

It hadn't occurred to him how creepy he might look when he was sitting there, looking at Emer, so when she woke up and promptly went flying off the other side of the bed, he could only blink. Her head popped up, hair tangled and the blanket haphazardly thrown about her frame. That, and her beet red cheeks and well, face. Deans features softened from his staring, and he found himself smiling.

"You startled me a little," she said, and Dean caught a glimpse of a smile. She was.. cute. For sure. "I'm sorry, Emer. You were sound asleep and looked so peaceful that I couldn't find it in me to wake you up." So he stared at her sleeping. Yup, that sounded fair. "There's also well.." He gestured to the rest of the room, "... Very little else to look at." So the only reason he was looking at her in the first place was because there was nothing else to look at. Only that. Yes. Perhaps he should stop looking directly at her now. That would be wise.

"I'll have a look at the rest of the facilities. Luckily there's... Dean was about to mention how lucky they were to have a bathroom, but that would just draw attention to those weeks in the hole, for lack of a better word. That was... hardly not something he wanted her to think about. Nor he, for that matter. " ... Uhm, luckily it looks promising. It's all simple, plain perhaps, but rather clean," he said, changing the subject matter slightly. Dean turned away and got up, heading for the bathroom. Or well, what he hoped was a bathroom. His worries were allayed when he saw that it was indeed a bathroom. No toilet, which was a... detriment, but his bodily functions had all but ceased to function properly, so that wouldn't be too much of an issue. They had a shower tray though, that was better than nothing. Only one towel though. He felt dirty, but there was no way he was going to steal the clean towel from Emer. He sighed. Why'd he have to be nice. "There's a shower tray here, so that's nice. Only one towel though. It's yours if you want a shower." he said, moving back into the bedroom, smiling.

The realization that the marriage really happened struck him again, and he cast a glance to his ring, but quickly looked away. He wasn't going to bring up the marriage unless she did. Even if... That kiss was something he wouldn't mind repeating, he didn't know how she felt about it. The best would be to let it lie. Definitely. Yes.

[Emer Shallow]

"... Very little else to look at."
She'd assumed that he'd noticed her waking up, and that was the reason for glancing up at her, but apparently it had been more than that. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, but in her current circumstances, him looking at her while sleeping was very far down on her list of worries. Besides, after the day they'd just had, she couldn't blame him for studying her. He'd just been forced to marry her, and gods knew how he felt about that.

She patted down her hair, suddenly conscious of looking like a mess. Looking around the room as Dean gestured, she was grateful to see the dresser. Maybe a good shower and some new clothes would help her feel more like normal. Speaking of a shower.. Please please please tell me there's a-

"I'll have a look at the rest of the facilities. Luckily there's..."

She looked over to see a door, hope rising in her. But as Dean explored - why didn't he do that while I was sleeping? - she started to get a bad feeling. Maybe it was something about his hesitation, or the fact that he pointed out the shower tray, as if that was the best feature. She hesitantly got up off the floor, moving past Dean and peered into the bathroom. Well... at least it wasn't worse than the hole. But what could be? She supposed no hole at all- Okay, she was done with this train of thought. At least the shower would help a lot.

"This is a funny interpretation of a honeymoon suite," she joked as she turned back to Dean, then suddenly self-conscious of having mentioned the wedding. She glanced down at her ring once more. Hopefully it wouldn't give her any allergic reactions. Cheap jewelry didn't tend to be kind to her skin. Luckily it seemed too cheap to even contain nickel. "This is more like a cheap 70's sex motel." Okay, the mention of sex didn't exactly make her less self-conscious. She wondered if everything she said sounded as bad as she felt, or if it was all in her head. "Not the best decade, in my opinion, but it'll do." Stop. Rambling. "You know, for a cell it's not so bad." Jesus, woman.