*Fleur snuggles closer, warm and happy, and presses a sleepy kiss against Bill's shoulder. Sleepy sleepy. It's really the smell that starts to wake her up. Bernard smelled of gun powder and Roland, gun oil. And she is not snuggled against Ophelia because flat...and it smells like magic. That deep innate scent of home.*

*She blinks her eyes open and comes face to face with Bill's chest hair.*



Oh.