Lacianne Fluer Roux
Lacianne curled up under her blankets, resisting becoming fully awake. She clung to the last tatters of her dream that had been of her mother.
Her soft blankets and naturally warm skin made the bed into a warm, cozy cocoon. She cuddled deeper into this comforting warmness, before reluctantly shoving the blankets off of her body. She flinched against the rush of colder air.
With a yawn, Laci languidly stretched in a cat-like manner. Yawning again, she sat up and brushed her hair over into one shoulder. It was late in the day, but Laci had a terrible habit of sleeping in quite late.
The last of her sleepiness quickly wore off when Andrew teleported into her room, with a very, very loud thump. At first she yelped, surprised, then quickly gave the male a cold, yet loving scowl.
"Oh my gosh Laci! Put in some damn clothes will ya."
Laughing lightly, she glanced down at what she was wearing. She wore a thin, fitted white tank top over her undergarments that were very easily seen through the top. "It's not like I'm naked." Laci laughed as he quickly covered his eyes and knocked into her head post. "And anyways, it's not any different than a bikini." She pointed out, stand up and sauntering over to her dresser, playfully bumping Andy with her hip as she passed by. She was humble about her appearance, but certainly didn't have anything to be ashamed of.
Lacianne pulled on a crop-top that hung over one shoulder with the British flag on it, and fitted jeans. "I'm decent." She told him teasingly, brushing out her long hair. She leaned against her dresser and looked over at him. They had met a long while ago, both of them struggling to stay out of sight. They would kill him on sight, and she didn't even want to know what they would do to her. They were very close now- practically siblings. Both were usually very closed off, but let their gaurds down around each other.