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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - the overcompensating
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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 the stained-glass windows illuminating the usually cold, dark, and musty room. The colors of the glass danced across the floor as the light hit them and that is exactly what woke Olivia from the deep sleep she had actually managed to get.
With a slight groan of protest at the light that attacked her closed eyes, she clicked her neck and pushed herself to sit up; the book that had been abandoned on her chest fell into her lap with a light thud.
The wolf yawned and rubbed her eyes as they adjusted to the light, picking up the book, she dog-eared the page and placed it lightly on the bedside table that stood between her and Matt's beds.
She pulled the covers off and hung her legs over the bed, her sockless feet jolting as they made contact with the cold floor. The man in the bed in front of her was still asleep and somehow, even with the cuts that marred his skin, he looked peaceful.
Olivia huffed at the sight in envy; wishing she too could still be trapped under the warm covers, but alas, she was awake and she knew that she wouldn't be able to get in any extra minutes.
She stood and stretched her arms above her head and let out a content sigh as each bone clicked. She took her time changing, after all, she didn't have to worry about Matt seeing anything, and even if he could see, she honestly didn't really care. As she pulled the new shirt over her head, Matt shuffled in his bed as he slowly began to wake.
He opened his eyes with a groan as he stretched and Olivia couldn't help but laugh at him. "Morning to you too, sunshine."
He smacked his lips together and blinked a few times before finally responding, in a deep and tired voice, "Morning."
The wolf glanced over her shoulder at the man, catching sight of the goosebumps on his skin as he removed the covers, and knowing that the man was too stubborn to even ask for a jumper, she walked over to her rucksack and pulled out her brother's old jumper; one of many that she had stolen from him.
She zipped up the bag and slowly made her way towards the sink on the other side of the room and as she passed Matt's bed, she threw the jumper at him, it landing in his lap.
He took a moment to fumble with the fabric before slowly pulling it over his head. "Thank you."
Without response, Olivia peered at herself in the smudged mirror that hung above the sink and blinked at the sight of her hair; a bird's nest would have been the most accurate description. But rather than acting like a normal person and grabbing her brush, she simply pulled it back as tightly as she could and secured it with a hairband.
