Light streams in through through the bay window, illuminating the ancient, long abandoned Victorian furniture. Hours ago this room was pitch dark, concealing all within it, but with the light of day comes reckoning.
Rebekah's been awake for several hours now, playing with her own hair; braiding and unbraiding it, tying it in a knot at the top of her head before becoming restless and undoing it again. She'd developed this nervous habit sometime post-1835 daggering. The more Klaus daggered her, the longer she spent rotting in a coffin, the more anxious and easily startled she was when she eventually emerged. A small side effect, really, but still one that she couldn't divulge to anyone. She's an Original, after all; all powerful, and whatnot. Flaws made you weak, and weakness made you vulnerable. And she's already vulnerable enough.
"Mmmm," a low, sleepy growl escapes her bedmate's throat. Rebekah turns over onto her left side to face Hayley. Her features are soft, her mouth set into a small smile instead of its usual scowl. Her hair smells slightly of the vanilla-scented shampoo Rebekah had bought while in Paris with Matt. Which meant that sometime overnight Hayley had gotten up to shower, and…climbed back into bed with her? Rebekah scoffs at the thought. It had been nothing more than a drunken one night stand. She'd probably snatched the shampoo out of Rebekah's bathroom the day before and forgotten to return it.
Still, Rebekah reaches out slightly, cautiously. Hayley stirs and Rebekah quickly draws her arm back. Moments later, when she's sure Hayley is asleep, she stretches her arm out again, resting her palm gently against Hayley's temple. She curls a lock of her deep brown hair behind her ear, then draws her arm back. Rebekah turns back towards the window and shuts her eyes, cursing herself for again wanting something she can never have.
