ooc: Okay Ruthers, enjoy!

Vianna could not, sadly, read her husband's thoughts. She didn't know what he was thinking about or if he was even awake anymore. His breathing seemed even enough, and for a moment there the girl assumed he had fallen asleep. She cringed slightly to herself. This wasn't how their anniversary was supposed to go! They only had one night to spend in this city, in this luxurious room, and they were wasting it away by ignoring each other's presence and sitting a mile apart. But even with all these realizations dawning on her, Vianna didn't seem to snap out of her sixteen-year-old-girl mindset, and she quickly began to look for faults, placing none on herself, ever the proud one. But after a few long moments of this, she began to doubt. Maybe she shouldn't have taken his request to keep her hands to herself so seriously... She knew he'd been joking, and she had been too at first, but then... Well, she wasn't sure what happened then. She just felt proud. And stubborn, and extremely difficult to work with.

After sitting in the dim lighting of the room (since they hadn't turned off the bedside table lamps yet) for what felt like hours, Vianna turned her gaze back to the clock. 11:30?! It had only been fifteen minutes?! She could've sworn at least a whole hour had passed! At least it felt that way to her, when she had no one to talk with anymore, or anyone's curls to play with, or anyone's neck to tease, or anyone's lips to kiss, or anyone's-- alright, alright, I got it! Vianna frowned slightly. She missed her husband. She missed him a lot. She missed him much more than she should've for someone who was sitting just a few feet away from him, in the same room and in the same bed. Was it even healthy to miss someone like this? She didn't care. Her blue eyes left the sheets she had been absentmindedly scribbling on with her wand (leaving no marks, of course, it was all invisible) and she turned her gaze to the young man on the other side of the bed. He looked peaceful, and he hadn't moved in all this time. Vianna was sure he'd fallen asleep.

Maybe... well, if he was asleep, then maybe he wouldn't notice her getting closer. And then, when they woke up the following morning, she could just say she must've gotten there by accident during her sleep or something, and that way she got to be next to him and keep her pride! It was a silly and very childish plan, but to the girl who wasn't feeling quite mature that day, it sounded ingenious. And so, after a moment of thinking this over, the girl scooted over to Ferris's side as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake him up (still assuming he was deep asleep). Once at his side, she laid down, no longer sitting up and resting her back on the pillows, but she was extremely disappointed that she was left with just the sight of his curly hair and the back of his shirt. She felt tempted to trace her fingers over his back again like she'd done earlier, or to run her hand through his curls the way she so often did, but she knew doing so would wake him up. Maybe he'd turn in his sleep later on and she could see him then.
Vianna felt like a creeper for thinking and acting this way, but she didn't care at this point. She just wanted to be with her husband again - though, still, not wanting to hurt her pride - and sleep at his side. She wasn't very sleepy though, but tried to sleep as she cuddled up beneath the sheets, behind him, and closed her blue eyes.