starry night // open, stargazing

[truce.]

#794044[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Exhausted eyes blinked up at the top of the tent. Whether it was the uncomfortable sleeping bag or the sound of nocturnal wildlife around them, Tommy couldn’t sleep and he ought to accept that he just wasn’t going to get very much rest that night. Eventually, he sat up, stretching tight muscles, before quietly stumbling out of the tent.

A single campfire crackled peacefully, Odessa laying down as she stared up at the sky. Lifting his head, Tommy too allowed for his eyes to wander across the constellations for a moment. No wonder she lay back in awe - the sky was stunning. He began to wander over, quietly uttering, ❝ Can’t sleep, ‘ey? ❞ ❝ Fuckin’ hell. ❞ He blinked, watching with a slight frown as the girl managed to burn herself. Shit luck, huh? ❝ You scared me. ❞

❝ Wasn’t my intention though, was it now? ❞ He retorted, hesitating for a second before sitting down on the other side of the fire. ❝ I can’t sleep either. ❞ Not that she particularly cared, but it did explain why he was here in the first place. The man looked up at the sky, thinking about what he could say. Tom wanted to ask how she was after the incident earlier that day but he knew she’d get pissed off. ❝ I know fuck all ‘bout stars ‘n’ shit. ❞ He decided to point out instead, albeit curtly. At least he was trying.