The Sentinels backstreet boys

me, too! will archive it in a day or two, if em wants to post a closer herself!

a tongue pressed against her face and she froze against the touch; the feeling was familiar, but it was strange that it came from him, not The Giver or The Source, and so she was silent still and continued to stare, immobile up until his head descended downward. without knowing it her own head drifted downward as his did; a startled expression took place of the thoughtful one at the sensation of her jaw against the earth. in moments time she was acclimated to it... but she, despite her tiredness, only watched him sleep and remained awake herself. there was emaleth to think of, and her indecisiveness on the matter of this creature that slumbered ahead was enough to keep her out of the sandmans reach.