Donovan stroked her head and took another sip. "I don't doubt that, no matter what I say when I'm sober." His words were slurring badly now. "I'm the one who's gonna end up either dead or a low minion to some weird-ass serial killer."
Phoebe tilted her head, opening her eyes to look at him again. She reached her hand up and lightly traced his cheek. "No you're not. You're going to do great things if your life Donovan. Don't sell yourself short."
Donovan chuckled. "So much faith in me, and yet my words will turn out true, just you wait." He set the flask down on the sheets and started braiding lock of Phoebe's soft hair.
Phoebe rolled her eyes. "I doubt that. You don't give yourself enough credit. If it weren't for you, I would be doing all of this right now. Whoever is murdering these people would just get away with it. But now that I have you, we're going to solve it."
Donovan chuckled and kept crossing her hair over its self. "I'm just a tool. That's all I intend to be."
Phoebe frowned. "Don't say things like that. You're worth more than that, even if you can't see it."
Donovan shrugged, his eyelids drooping, and a drunken smile on his face as he finished braiding her hair. He then flopped over onto his blankets and pulled Phoebe into his chest, cuddling her with a drunk chuckle. "Whatever you say princess…"
Phoebe let out a small squeak as she was suddenly pulled up to his chest. She shook her head to herself. "You are so drunk." She murmured. She reached a hand up and brushed a lock of hair out of his face.
Donovan just chuckled again, nosing into her hair and breathing in her scent. He wasn't thinking straight. "You'resopretty~" He muttered, his words slurring together. "PrettyprettyPhoebe…."
Phoebe couldn't hold back her grin. She ran her hands through his hair soothingly. She liked drunk Donovan. She actually understood what he was thinking. "Get some rest, you need it." She said softly.
Donovan groaned. "Noooooo… Idonwannasleeeep…"He held her a little tighter. "Iwannacuddle~"
Phoebe giggled and patted his back. "We can cuddle as long as you promise to go to sleep, fair deal?"
Donovan huffed before agreeing. "Fiiiiine…" He kissed her cheek. "Ilikeyou… Ilikeyoulots….His eyelids started to droop. "Ilikewhenyougetmad… iscute… andthedeterminelookonyourface…"
Phoebe rubbed his back softly. She rested h ere r head in the crook of his neck. She smiled at the kiss. "I like you too." She whispered.
Donovan yawned, and rested his cheek on her head. "Really..?" His eyes closed as she rubbed his back.
Phoebe pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. "Really really. Now get some sleep Donovan, I won't leave."
Donovan smiled softly and nodded, drifting off into sleep with a contented sigh.
Phoebe smiled, watching him sleep. Eventually, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms.
(Time skip or what? The others have appeared to drop off the face of the earth…)
(Yeah don’t exactly know what to do here.)
(Shrugs Ok, all in favor of time skip, say "Tardis"!)
(Tardis)
(TARDIS)
(We just need Stark and Fenris' votes now.)
Tardis
(And Stark is MIA)
(Alright. It's a majority then. When to?)
(Somewhere we can all be involved.)
(Before I throw my ideas out here, anyone else wanna lead this? lol)
(I have no idea lol)