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There was a heavy pit-a-patter of rain on the canvas tents roof, broken occasionally by Feygor’s snores, the cot was small but big enough for Leta to curl into Rawne’s side, her leg hooked over his, her head on his chest.
“Eli?”
“Hmm?”
“You awake?”
“Huh?”
She nudged him fully awake with her leg “You awake?”
“I am now..Whadda you want?”
“Just..couldn’t sleep.”
“So you thought you’d wake me?”
He coughed and shifted, sitting up, nearly pushing Leta off the cot as he did so.
Light from the spotlights outside leaked through the tent, the rain was heavier now, the wind was picking up.
“Hope you packed your boots.” Rawne jokes, picking up his jacket from the floor “It's gonna be muddy as feth tomorrow.”
He pulled out his cigarettes and offered Leta one, she declined
“I’ll share yours.”
He raised an eyebrow “Will you now?”
“I will.”
She smiled at him, he gave her half of a smile as he lit his cigarette, the flame from his lighter casting shadows on his lean face.
“You’d take the sugar out of my caf.”
“You don’t take sugar.”
“Because I’m sweet enough already.”
He blew smoke into her face, then offered her the cigarette.
“Sweet isn’t one of the words I’d use for you, love.”
She inhaled the smoke and handed it back.
“What words would you use?”
“Bastard…prick…”
She moved to be sitting on top of him, straddling his hips
“The apple of my eye, the love of my life..”
“Alright, alright, save the sappy shit for Gaunt.”
They shared the cigarette in silence, as the rain and wind got worse outside, Leta shivered.
“You cold?”
“A little.”
Rawne picked up his jacket again and handed it to her, she put it on, it was far too big for her, she felt like a child playing dress up, but it was warm and smelt like Elim, cigarette smoke and gun oil.
Rawne adjusted the blanket over them and pulled her close to his chest
“Better?”
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, his hands rested on her lower back.
“Better.”