<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>At her flat<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Putting a friend down...for the night.<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Goth/Punk jeans (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/68/1c/08/681c0858094d0c087edb1e73e512e52f.jpg); black crop tank top (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/shopping?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYaiGZqJSYILXmjjQg1Fy7hDCWs-dYSa8nWGbOHpa_LxjwWixt&usqp=CAE);asymmetric jacket (http://s001.osstatic.net/s/jctr/store/productimages/details/1275_pitch_black_l_z.jpg).<br/><br/><br/><br/>Shifting a bit, Eiryn gradually eased Isis' head down into her lap. "You play fiddle? Cool. Took lessons for quite a while in school. Still play from time to time. We should compare G-strings some time." Bad joke, but she blushed and giggled anway.<em>Wow</em>, was she lit. Gently, without really thinking about it, she brushed the glossy black hair back out of  her sleepy neighbor's face; that duty done, she kept stroking it lightly. "Never did much with languages. Little Italian from music, of course, and enough Spanish to curse or get laid in, not much else."<br/><br/>Some people, as they transition into sleep, lose some of their surface beauty: their muscles slacken, they stop thinking about the face they show to the world, and the more real them shows through, for better or worse. Isis just looked...younger, as she started to drift. Eiryn moved again, trying to make a  better pillow out of her bony-ass self. Her hand wandered to just under Isis' ear, then retreated again to the safety of playing with her hair- pushing buttons on the buzzed goddess was not something Eiryn wanted to do.<br/><br/>"Trust fund baby, huh," she asked quietly. "You don't seem the type. You're not a Buffybitch-  and for Ghu's sake, you put a Rice Krispies heart on a cake." Chuckling softly, she let her other hand wander across a smooth cheek. About as much as she dared to do, it was quite a bit less than she<em> wanted</em>to do- and yet, she was just fine with that, for now.