The fire had died out some hours previous, the light it'd provided now replaced by the early morning sunlight streaming through a window. Jack slowly stirs from sleep, an arm still loosely draped around Eowyn, roused by the pale light and the distant chirrup of birds. The morning is quite young still, but Jack is more than used to rising early with the sun; back home the day's course would need to be charted and plotted out, tasks assigned to crewmen, captain's log updated, and rum to be drunk to chase the previous night's hangover away.
It takes a few moments for the hazy fog of sleep to clear from his thoughts, for him to remember where he was (not home) and who was nestled so warmly against him. He doesn't immediately wake her, however, instead reveling in the feeling of holding her for a short few moments.
Then he shifts and lifts a hand, brushing fingertips against her cheek and says quietly, "Eowyn."
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Date: 2016-09-03 02:55 am (UTC)It takes a few moments for the hazy fog of sleep to clear from his thoughts, for him to remember where he was (not home) and who was nestled so warmly against him. He doesn't immediately wake her, however, instead reveling in the feeling of holding her for a short few moments.
Then he shifts and lifts a hand, brushing fingertips against her cheek and says quietly, "Eowyn."