Unlike him, she sleeps regularly. The dominatrix could hardly be seen with dark circles under her eyes, and even in her multitude of disguises, very rarely did sleep deprivation figure into it. Self-portraits, all, and the reminder of a woman who likes her luxuries.
But the way she jerks awake at the touch of his hand on her shoulder speaks of just how unused to it she is. It is equal parts the wary instinct of being on the run, and the simple fact that she rarely let anyone get close enough to see her asleep. Vulnerable.
The time she'd climbed through the window of Baker Street had been a calculated necessity, and even then she'd put that off as long as she could without risking losing the game.
She catches herself waking up with that telling start, and draws a hand across her eyes, giving herself a few more moments to collect herself. A sleep tinged smile, still too vulnerable for her own comfort, tugs at her lips.
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Date: 2012-08-10 08:36 pm (UTC)But the way she jerks awake at the touch of his hand on her shoulder speaks of just how unused to it she is. It is equal parts the wary instinct of being on the run, and the simple fact that she rarely let anyone get close enough to see her asleep. Vulnerable.
The time she'd climbed through the window of Baker Street had been a calculated necessity, and even then she'd put that off as long as she could without risking losing the game.
She catches herself waking up with that telling start, and draws a hand across her eyes, giving herself a few more moments to collect herself. A sleep tinged smile, still too vulnerable for her own comfort, tugs at her lips.
"Good morning."