well. in a place like this, it wouldn't really be unheard of to call out the wrong name in bed, would it? some people don't even exchange names to begin with. even if she'll make note of this small, sinking feeling in the future, because no matter the circumstance, it kinda bums her out.
not that she's any better of a person. because the dark head of hair on the pillow beside her doesn't ring any recognition past the pulse still rattling inside of her skull. it's taking every last faculty for her to sit up, let alone piece together what happened last night to get her in bed with a stranger. but in the time it's taken for her bedmate to wake up, she's at least managed to wrap the bedsheet modestly against her chest, and arrange her hair and feathers in such a way that they fall decently down her face instead of in a mangled nest.
and there's a slight — clearing of her throat. )
... it's... Robin.
Actually.
( just a minor correction, lilting in that soft, unfamiliar voice. no harm done. )
aftercare;
well. in a place like this, it wouldn't really be unheard of to call out the wrong name in bed, would it? some people don't even exchange names to begin with. even if she'll make note of this small, sinking feeling in the future, because no matter the circumstance, it kinda bums her out.
not that she's any better of a person. because the dark head of hair on the pillow beside her doesn't ring any recognition past the pulse still rattling inside of her skull. it's taking every last faculty for her to sit up, let alone piece together what happened last night to get her in bed with a stranger. but in the time it's taken for her bedmate to wake up, she's at least managed to wrap the bedsheet modestly against her chest, and arrange her hair and feathers in such a way that they fall decently down her face instead of in a mangled nest.
and there's a slight — clearing of her throat. )
... it's... Robin.
Actually.
( just a minor correction, lilting in that soft, unfamiliar voice. no harm done. )