[Reyna shifts in bed, and for a moment, there's a flutter of confusion. There's an extra weight there that dips into the mattress, a warmth that's not her own. It takes her a moment to remember who it is before she sighs, relaxes again, one arm draping over Heather's waist as she buries her face into the other girl's shoulder.
Somehow, even after the fight, she can still smell the light fragrance of her perfume clinging to her shirt.
She isn't really sure how they got here when it was all over, when they won, but it doesn't really matter at this moment. The camp can wait another few minutes.
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Date: 2014-03-07 08:38 am (UTC)Somehow, even after the fight, she can still smell the light fragrance of her perfume clinging to her shirt.
She isn't really sure how they got here when it was all over, when they won, but it doesn't really matter at this moment. The camp can wait another few minutes.
Even Romans need a bit of a breather.]