They’d fallen asleep on the single bed without a protest, dropping their ozone-scented clothes on the floor, and collapsing naked together onto the musty sheets.
Neither had cared. Jon’s side was still bandaged, and still sluggishly bleeding. They’d traveled a portal and landed in a field and been crushed by a corpse and panicked and stitched and somehow walked ages (Jon said it was 5.2 kilometers) until they’d seen this house at fuck-o-clock in the morning and found it empty.
Martin could smell himself. He was ripe. Quietly as he could, he slid out of bed.
[ID: tumblr tags reading “choosing to believe Jon & Martin were reincarnated as cats for new world Jon & Martin to find. font [don’t] know if that was authorial intent but i like it. tma. fabric rustles. jon&cats” /end ID]
@phynoma that’s 100% what I was going for!! I’m glad it came through!!