[ She very, very carefully and gently lines Luci's head back up with her neck. In fact, she sits back on her heels for a moment, checking her work, before adjusting once more. ]
So we just-
[ Not thinking, one of Laura's bloodyied hands moves to scoot her bangs out of her eyes, but instead leaves a bright red hand print on her own forehead. She blinks, looks down at her hand. It's an odd expression, like she really just can't figure out what she's looking at. Then without a word or a sound her eyes roll back and she topples off the bed to where they'd piled her absurd collection of egyptian whatever throw pillows. ]
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Date: 2018-01-02 04:05 am (UTC)[ She very, very carefully and gently lines Luci's head back up with her neck. In fact, she sits back on her heels for a moment, checking her work, before adjusting once more. ]
So we just-
[ Not thinking, one of Laura's bloodyied hands moves to scoot her bangs out of her eyes, but instead leaves a bright red hand print on her own forehead. She blinks, looks down at her hand. It's an odd expression, like she really just can't figure out what she's looking at. Then without a word or a sound her eyes roll back and she topples off the bed to where they'd piled her absurd collection of egyptian whatever throw pillows. ]