Reason With Thunder

[Erika Paige]

The third kiss caught her off guard. She didn't protest - whether that was because it had caught her off guard or not, didn't matter. She willingly let him pull her in again and she returned the kiss that wasn't nearly as heated as the one before, but it was still nice. Simpler. Cleaner, even.

"Oh, right," the brunette said, her gaze going blank as she attempted to scramble to her legs, which honestly, was much harder with part of the blankets having fallen down on the floor and her somewhat awkward positioning. Though, she managed. Within seconds, which honestly felt like minutes, the brunette was back on her side of the bed, her feet crossed over one another as she put her pillow back where it belonged. "And yeah, it's almost a little comical," she sighed. "The temperatures, I mean. Every day people complain about it being too warm, and when night comes, people nearly freeze to death."

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor had half a mind to record this moment for future reference. He would be lying if he didn't admit the two of them sharing something that could have been construed as a tender moment between husband and wife on the first night of their marriage was more than a little surprising. Regardless, he savored the quiet and even allowed his thumb to brush gently across the skin of her cheek while the kiss lingered a little longer than he'd originally planned.

Once Erika started moving Trevor went to follow suit. Once she'd gotten to her feet he did the same, pulling the blankets that had been yanked off the bed with him. He turned his attention to the bed and smoothed the blankets out over Erika after she'd settled back in. One by one he layered the heavy blankets across the bed before moving to slip beneath them himself. "It's worse up North." He said, though he was agreeing with Erika's statement in full. "I guess that's why we're so lucky to be here." Trevor never liked to think of himself as above anyone, nor did he go a day without being thankful he was spared many of the trials and tribulations most who survived in the wastelands endured.

[Erika Paige]

"Yeah, but we can't really know that, can we?" To her knowledge, all they had was walkie talkies and short frequent radios. So, for all they knew, there could be growing civilizations without Doomed. She highly doubted it of course and realized it was wishful thinking, but still. For all they knew, the climate could even be different. "I suppose," she replied silently. Although, she was't entirely sure she'd call it lucky.

Sighing, she made herself comfortable and settled back onto her stomach, her head propped up on her arms. "Well, there's little point in thinking about it, I guess, unless people are foolish enough to wander out into the Scorch." People had tried and few had returned. Once you got past the mountains and the farmlands, it was mostly just an empty wasteland. It was a suicide mission.

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor nodded. Erika was right, no one he knew had ever ventured far out of the region into the vast expanses of wasteland that surrounded them and returned with any good news but that didn't mean there was nothing to be found. He wasn't the most scholarly of folks, though he was reasonable enough to assume something was out there somewhere. He simply rarely had the time to contemplate such things.

It struck him how dark the conversation had become and he couldn't help but issue a low chuckle as he pulled the blankets up around him and settled down into the bed. "This is great late night conversation between husband and wife." He mused quietly, his head shake as he issued a sigh. His eyes gleamed as he looked to Erika. He didn't know what to make of the moment they'd shared just recently, though he was now intrigued to find out where it would lead. The certainty and confusion remained, though it was now outlined by a faint glimmer of hope. He reached out and while Erika didn't have an stray strands of hair in her face, he used that as an excuse to brush his fingertips along her cheek once more. "Goodnight, Erika." He said softly.

[Erika Paige]

"Right," she nodded and a sad smile formed on her lips. She didn't particularly enjoy talking, let alone thinking about these things. Mostly because she had already deemed them all hopeless. Wandering beyond the Scorch was... Reckless. Even more reckless than she'd ever been in her entire life and well, in a way, she supposed she was afraid to find out what was out there. Maybe something good, sure, but she somehow doubted that. In fact, she was almost certain that whatever was out there, was worse.

The sad smiled warmed slightly at the hand against her cheek and she nodded. "Goodnight." She issued a soft sigh as she closed her eyes and nuzzled her face down against the soft and warm pillow.