[ in some ways, harley doesn't think she's ever been happier in her life than she is right now, especially in the aftermath of an engagement that she hadn't even remotely expected but had felt completely right for what she wants, for what she has. each night she really has been falling asleep with a smile on her face, whether draped over a warm solid body or curled up on her side with that same heat pressed against her from behind — and it'd been that way right up until she woke up to find boomer gone.
so it's hard, simultaneously being grateful for this place for giving her the best things she's ever had while also hating it for taking someone else she cares about away from her — and knowing what boomer will go back to makes the ache hurt even worse on top of that. she's cried herself to sleep a few nights in a row, mascara streaked across her cheeks, but tonight she hasn't, not when she has hellboy to hold her. now she's resting peacefully, breathing slow and even.
at one point, she's rolled over from their spooning position to face him, tucking herself even further into the hold of his body, her head beneath his chin and her face buried against his chest, arms curled in between them and her knees docked up on top of his thighs. with the weather starting to turn to wintertime, it's even harder to keep warm at night, save for the moments when she mooches off of her fella's body heat. she's still sleeping when he strokes his hand over her side, but a soft groan emerges from her side of the pillow, and she nudges her nose into him, almost an unconscious nuzzling that seeks him out further rather than trying to pull away. ]
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so it's hard, simultaneously being grateful for this place for giving her the best things she's ever had while also hating it for taking someone else she cares about away from her — and knowing what boomer will go back to makes the ache hurt even worse on top of that. she's cried herself to sleep a few nights in a row, mascara streaked across her cheeks, but tonight she hasn't, not when she has hellboy to hold her. now she's resting peacefully, breathing slow and even.
at one point, she's rolled over from their spooning position to face him, tucking herself even further into the hold of his body, her head beneath his chin and her face buried against his chest, arms curled in between them and her knees docked up on top of his thighs. with the weather starting to turn to wintertime, it's even harder to keep warm at night, save for the moments when she mooches off of her fella's body heat. she's still sleeping when he strokes his hand over her side, but a soft groan emerges from her side of the pillow, and she nudges her nose into him, almost an unconscious nuzzling that seeks him out further rather than trying to pull away. ]