misery loves company [othello]

She would easily drift off into sleep as Othello held her, sweet features would grow lax as the two she wolves napped easily together. Though Isolde didn't think her nap was nearly long enough as the ivory woman would coax her into wakefulness she couldn't deny the refreshment she felt. Othello wouldn't have to do much before the gentle girl was conscious once more, though neither of the women wished movement quite yet. "Good, morning?" She'd whisper quietly as her dark eyes opened to look at the deterioration of the outside light. She'd either slept the whole night away or the sun was just now reaching its descent.

She'd feel parts of her had fallen asleep that were going to be much more difficult to wake up, squirming slightly she'd reposition herself more comfortably against her guardian. Sweet little kisses would be offered as Othello yawned, the action causing Isolde's own jaws to part and a squeaky yawn to emerge. She'd smile shyly, her features once more looking up towards Othello's brilliant purple stare.