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Some morning light shown through the visible windows in the living room, and a single stream of pale light centered itself on Chastity's face. As the light grew more brilliant with the rising of the sun, the stream of light began to wake the sleeping female. At first she simply batted at it, attempting to cover her eyes to get more sleep, but as it continued she became more conscious, and began to remember the events of the previous day. With a start she bolted upright in the bed she had made, only her legs staying under the warm covers. Quickly she looked around the room, trying to spot Sam. Her eyes scanned the room two times before finally settling on the resting form of Sam. He looked rather peaceful, sleep written across his face. It was a bit surprising to find him still asleep at dawn, but he hadn't gone to bed when she had, and so needed more time for rest. As quietly as she could, Chastity pulled her feet from out under the covers and placed them onto the cool wooden floor. She crept over to the fire, and noting that the logs had all but been used up, grabbed two more and gingerly threw them into the fireplace. Once there, she found a few remaining bits of the paper substance and threw them in as well. Finished, she moved back to sit on her bed, eying the pile of weapons that Sam seemed to have deemed acceptable
Sam slept light, and lay still the last few whispers of night. He had no dreams that night, and woke once or twice to sounds that would otherwise be disregarded. He slept, however, until a slight thud was heard close by. In a single stroke, Sam pulled the knife bathed in deadman's blood out of the sheath, and jumped up to his feet. His sleep was gone instantly, but a disorienting light blazed in his eyes. He spun around, trying to adjust his eyes to the bright light by turning away from it and locating the source of the sound.
The fire was just beginning to pick up small licks of flame from the new log and the last of the paper wads. At his feet was the blanket that had dropped from him the moment he stood, and only a step away in the right direction sat Chastity.
Instantly he recovered, and dropped his defensive position. "Ur... um.. sorry... Good morning," he sputtered, slipping the hunting knife back into his sheath. He felt a strange awkwardness come over his hulking, large form, and even felt a bit of blush come to his muzzle and the tips of his ears. "There was a sound..."
Sam had been so quiet in his waking that Chastity hadn't noticed he was actually awake until he spoke. The first bit of sound that left his maw gave the poor girl a mini heart attack, and she turned around grasping at her chest in fright. Once her eyes met with the sight of a wide awake Sam, however, she was able to calm down a bit, "I'm sorry! I should have been quieter." A little smile pulled at her lips as she took in the sight of the man before her. His clothing hung awkwardly to him from his night's rest, and his hair was easily the most intense form of bedhead she had ever seen. A small giggle escaped her lips, though she did her best to hold it back, "Good morning".
Sam felt a light relief come over him when he realized all she had been shocked by was his words. He hadn't realized he had been so quiet when he shocked himself to consciousness.
"No, it wasn't your fault," he said, attempting a kind smile. "It was far past time for me to get up anyway." He felt some of the adrenaline fade, though his curiosity pirked when she began giggling. "What?" He ask, his eyes following hers to his own body. A small, slightly playful grunt escaped his maw, and he tried to rearrange himself from the night on the couch, though he didn't know his hair was as wild, and neglected to fix it.
A full smile shined on Chastity's face as Sam talked, and her giggled intensified as he began to rearrange himself, "Oh don't worry, I don't imagine I look too flawless right now, either." Her giggling subsided and was replaced with a warm smile as she stood up and walked over to her companion. "Besides," she began, her hands reaching for Sam's head, "it's mostly your hair that's in need of fixing." Quickly she realized she was a little too short to actually reach, and had to stand on her tiptoes to get the job finished.
Sam tingled a little as she got close to him to fix his hair. Being called Moose often enough was no strange thing to him as the nickname rang in his ears. It, of course, rang true even here as his hight once again betrayed him. Gently, he leaned over slightly to give her a better advantage when helping him fix his long mane, but when he came back up, his eyes traced along the warm smile that was made by her lips.
Her soft curls and supple curves were illuminated by the first rays of light, making an almost radiating backdrop. It acted almost like a golden halo cascading from her head.
"You look like an angel," he said, his voice but a breathed whisper. Of course, the proper term wasn't angel at all, but calling something beautiful a Siren wasn't exactly flattering. He pushed the thought away, and allowed his eyes to stray across her face while she remained so close. She was only a hair length away, any closer and he would hardly have to move to kiss her.
With Sam's lower height, Chastity gently ran her fingers through Sam's hair, and brushed it back to keep it from hiding his face. His comment caught her off guard, though she kept running her fingers through his hair. She hesitantly removed her hands, and her eyes focused on his, his whisper hanging in the air. With a small smile, tinted with an almost unnoticeable sadness, she lowered her gaze and turned around, "Shall we get ready?"
Sam felt himself leaning into her hand ever so gently until it was no longer there. Instead, her back was facing him, with almost inaudible words coming to his ears. Had they not been so close, he wouldn't have heard them.
Smoothly, he righted himself and nodded, although she couldn't see him. "Right," he said, clearing his throat. "The knives are prepped, and the bullets are coated in deadmans blood. We can take some holy water with us, though not much. You still have the necklace, right? The one with the stuff in it? That will protect your sent, though once they know we're there, you will need to defend yourself- which I can teach you."
His words started hollow, but worked their way into actual instruction, and soon, he was plucking the knives from the floor and skipping them I to hiding places. His mind worked over the items they had on hand, and he would probably be able to distroy the coven once they got Chiron out and safe.
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