Sundays were basically made for being lazy. That’s what Lincoln decided and he has pushed that idea at Daisy, too. He’s done a pretty good job of convincing her of it, too, if the way she’s curled into his side right now is anything to judge by. She’s cute when she’s asleep. Peaceful. She doesn’t have the lines of worry etched into her forehead about any of the thousand and one things that the waking Daisy has to worry about. Someone else might wish to take that kind of thing away from her, but Lincoln actually likes it. Not that she has any number of reasons to worry so much, but that she has the empathy and the heart that lets her. The conviction she carries firmly every day for everything she fights for.
He does occasionally wish for a moment or two of reprieve for her, though. A day or two, a week, that she could take for herself and not be touched by all of those things. Maybe that’s why, whenever things aren’t exploding in the world and nothing dire needs their attention, he pushes the lazy Sunday idea so much. He leans over to press a kiss to her temple. It’s only a day. But it’s something.
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Date: 2016-11-15 02:52 am (UTC)because, why not
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Date: 2017-03-05 09:45 pm (UTC)He does occasionally wish for a moment or two of reprieve for her, though. A day or two, a week, that she could take for herself and not be touched by all of those things. Maybe that’s why, whenever things aren’t exploding in the world and nothing dire needs their attention, he pushes the lazy Sunday idea so much. He leans over to press a kiss to her temple. It’s only a day. But it’s something.