#suncover

[drowninginthewhispers]

Porch Backyard enormous mountain-style Idea for a stone screened-in back porch with an addition to the roof

[hybridvictorious]

Rustic Porch An example of a huge rustic stone screened-in back porch design with a roof extension.

[peppermintlark]

[ID in alt text]

Sometimes I fall to pieces

Just to see what bits of me don’t fit

‘Cause when I stand, oh all those folks will run

And tell the tales of what I’ve become

They’ll speak of me in whispered tones

And say my name like it shakes their bones

Background originally this photo by The Creativv on Unsplash!

Here’s this also

[darlingmisa]

happy birthday angel ♡

im so late to this but thank you honey!!!

[takecareluv]

3 scented candles that you love the most? <3

basically any candle that smells like fall or christmas / christmas trees <3 i think those types of scents just make me so nostalgic n i love it so much

anything vanilla scented i’m also obsessed with!!!!! 🍨

and the glossier candle <3 that candle is honestly sacred to me bc it was so expensive but so worth it . i literally only burn it on special occasions 😭

ooo wait i have to add a fourth one bc i have this sage & white tea candle i’ve been burning recently & it smells amazzzinggg i didn’t expect to love it as much as i do n now i want to buy like ten more

[archiveofhyperfixation]

Recommended Authors༒︎ (Part 2)

Show them some love and support💋. Reblog, comment, and heart their posts/stories. (Drop other creators/authors down below so I can read them)

Drew Starkey/Rafe Cameron or anything OBX:

@zyafics @littlelamy @itneverendshere @rafescokewhore @rafelust @rafesangelita @rafecameronssl4t @rafesbabygirlx @ghostofwriting @archiveofvirtue @aliyahwritings @starkeysprincess @etheraltides @coco-cinnamon @sematarygirls @arxyos @rafeandonlyrafe @amandabbbbb @gh0stsp1d3r @whytheylosttheirminds @hadersversion @ridher @grapejuiceblues @rafeacs @softspiderling @2tarbell @nadvs @lovelookspretty @crvptidgf @mrsbarnesblog @shawtycoreee @seasons-of-death @donatellawritings @suncoved @cutielando @loonylupinblack3 @lovlidollie @cameronsprincess @cosmicmunsonwrites @keikikait @josephandrewstarkey @sourcherryandsprinkles @tetragonia @maybanksprincess @shrimpybbq @sadesluvr @gibson-g1rl

Credits to the divider owner: @bernardsbendystraws

[criesinliess]

━JANUARY 2024; susan's recs

HARRY POTTER

━━DRACO MALFOY

buy me presents @writingsbychlo

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

for you @mrsbarnesblog

MARAUDER'S ERA

━━JAMES POTTER

cold as you @pretty-little-mind33

THE MAZE RUNNER

━━THOMAS

daffodils @writingsbychlo

that much was obvious @justauthoring

MARVEL

━━PIETRO MAXIMOFF

sokovian cuddles @mar-gega

the silent treatment @floral-and-fine

━━LOKI LAUFEYSON

terrible liar @fandxmslxt69

ANNE WITH AN E

━━GILBERT BLYTHE

love, lunch and letters @reidandweep

keep your hand inside of mine @harringtown

everything i hold dear resides in those eyes @↑

THE SOCIETY

━━HARRY BINGHAM

my poor little baby @the-girl-who-used-to-write

initiative @collecting-stories

FATE: THE WINX SAGA

━━RIVEN

the only edge @imkylotrash

MIXTE 1963

━━JOSEPH DESCAMPS

a real gentleman @meltinghun

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

━━LUKE CASTELLAN

bleedin' me dry @atlabeth

sly swordsman @krkiiz

take a chance with me @↑

something out of my dreams @celesterayel

call it what you want @sayoneee

lavender roses @breadbrobin

about you @surftrips

fighting chance @supercutszns

a place with you @↑

true colours @↑

the grudge (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you) @kamaluhkhan

i won't say (im in love) @calliopeslyrics

bedtime stories @mischiefmoons

titles @indecisivemuch

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

blueberry bbq; strawberry gazpacho @collecting-stories

i love you @sunflowersteves

ONE PIECE

━━SANJI

tell it to me straight (because i’m going crazy) @justmediocrewriting

little by little @zorobff

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

marriage pact @fantasylandloser

season one of “come home” — masterlist @stevie-petey

drunken confession @caxde

itty bitty pretty @t-lostinworlds

OUTER BANKS

━━JJ MAYBANK

worth it @pariahsparadise

━━RAFE CAMERON

rafe, scary? pfft! @suncoved

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

till death do us part @websterss

certain @↑

never angry @↑

[bungiri]

HIII GUYSSS !!! meet my darling beloved sdv/sve oc wren <33 completely revamped for a second time and i love her even more now !!

if u can’t read my handwriting well,, she’s the owner of suncove farm and is the caretaker of many monstrous man eating plants. her bday is fall 7th and she has a dog named rocky !

i’ll put some more info about her, her plants, animals, and friendships out soon

[ervotica]

hello, darlings! i’ve finally compiled my fic list for kinktober 2023! i apologise for my inactivity as of late, being employed sucks fr😞 (kidding ofc) without further adieu, let me present the fics! as always, 18+ only please!

𝗜

𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

DARK, abby anderson & ellie williams x reader, non-con, drugging

𝗜𝗜

𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 ‘𝗲𝗺 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗻

bradley bradshaw, overstimulation

𝗜𝗜𝗜

𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝗴

DARK, alpha!aemond targaryen, a/b/o, stalking, obsession, forced mating

𝗜𝗩

𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿

dadsbestfriend!eddie munson, taboo, age gap, dacryphilia

𝗩

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲

hockey!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader, brat taming, hate sex

𝗩𝗜

𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻’ 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵

joel miller, exhibitionism

𝗩𝗜𝗜

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲

DARK, james potter, sex pollen

tagging mutuals; @pxgeturner @lilacletter @lovetrt @amourrs @wlfpet @changemunson @cinnamoncunt @cosmal @mysticmunson @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @elsweetheart @evermoreal @suncoves @slightly-smarter-nat @falcqns @gxtitobxby @ghostlyfleur @heartmorgue @headkiss @jamespottersmommy @vnusology @vermithorn @vampieteeth @targaryenvampireslayer @odairsangel @oncasette @rafesmuse @inklore @indouloureux

[kaylasficrecs]

rafe cameron recs

one last dance | imagine, angst | @bookofbonbon

yellow | drabble, smut, fluff | @sugarcoatedstarkey

kisses all over | drabble, soft fluff | @avenging-fandoms

new light | series | @outerbankies

ambivalence | series | @mackenzielovee

sleeping in the clouds | headcanon, fluff | @msgorillagripcoochie

ultimatum | imagine, angst | @imaginemegood

troubled waters | imagine, flangst | @goldenroutledge

passion | imagine, trifecta (smut/fluff/angst) | @sugarcoatedstarkey

blueberry pancakes | series | @butgilinsky

mistake | imagine, flangst | @luversgirl

stranded | imagine, angry fluff | deactivated blog

he forgot | imagine, flangst | @cherryobx

you don't go to parties | one shot, angst | @starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies

hurt | imagine, flangst | @drewsephrry

reunited | imagine, flangst | @mrsstarkey1

goner | imagine, angst | @ghostselena

refusing to let go | drabble, fluff | @sublimecatgalaxy

clumsy | drabble, flangst | @hotchsstuff

cruel summer | one shot, fluff | @forevermoreharrington

the night we met | imagine, flangst | @whore-4-drewstarkey

protector | au, one shot, flangst | @jjsbank444

the three times duke tried to tell you something | imagine, fluff | @obaex

early exit | one shot, flangst | @amourology

silent love | series | @luxestarkey

let me protect you, angel | imagine, fluff | @cameronspecial

i'll tell her you stopped by | au, imagine, fluff | @runningfrom2am

before you go | imagine, flangst (more angst) @mamaspresley

just like his father | drabble, fluff | @hotchsstuff

black eye | drabble, soft fluff | @rafeandonlyrafe

grumpy | drabble, fluff | @rafeandonlyrafe

but when you're nice, baby | imagine, fluff | @erwinsvow

fall asleep at your house | imagine, fluff | @angelofcigs

incompatible | imagine, fluff, smut | @rekrappeter

mocking about old disney channel | drabble, fluff | @moremaybank

cockwarming but he gives in first | drabble, smut | @rafesmuse

ouch! | imagine, fluff | @suncoved

acting like a 10-year-old | drabble, fluff | @angelofcigs

misunderstandings | two shot, flangst | @rafecameronssl4t

illicit affairs | one shot, fluffy flangst | @cherryobx

moonlit moments | drabble, fluff | @jjsbank444

the other side of paradise | series | @itneverendshere

eyes on the prize | au, imagine, smut, fluff | @thyme-in-a-bubble

as if you care | imagine, flangst (more fluff) | @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

[princessslutt]

Lets just imagine season!Rafe Cameron X His 90s rap gf. Okay it can't just be me that sees it. I feel like Rafe's music tatse is very lana del rey and a bit of the arctic monkeys here and there bus his girlfriend? Yeah shes either listening to Eminem, Tupac, Snoop Dogg or Dr Dre and rafe fucking hates it.

unfortunately I can’t bring myself to do this ask, although i really liked this idea!! I’ve tried and tried to do it, and i end up deleting the whole thing because I don’t like it.

if you want it written by anybody else — here are some amazing writers!

@shellxrls @cal-flakes @rafesaddiction @maybankslover @rafeslutsblog @princessbrunette @starkeyisthelastname @rafeysbafey @drewsbebe @rvfecamerons @xorafe @starlitblair @arabellasrm @kir7xo @coquettebiatch @drudyslut @suncoved @devinedoll @hapinesbuterfiy @rafesmuse

[justseventeen]

May 1970. 'Stay loose. Be free. In quick little suncovers just made for loafing it up.'

[peppermintlark]

Putting Lay Me Down by The Wreckers on both Percy's and Flor's playlists was a stroke of genius, actually

[darlingmisa]

just wanted to say that your blog is so so cute ♡

Thank you honey! Yours is literally the cutest <333

[takecareluv]

my favourite has always been aria! i think it's because she loves books and writing and has such a unique style so that has always made me gravitate towards her <3

yes!! i love her style!!! it’s so unique but so fitting for her! they did good <3

[imu-chan]

It’s one of Uzui’s wives who tells Kyojuro.

They’re not at an official hashira meeting, more an informal one between a few friends, arranged by Uzui and Kanroji. Kyojuro was delighted to attend, eager to socialize after his months of slow healing and recuperation from his last mission. Even though he was still getting used to people looking at his eye patch, he wanted to spend the day with as many friends as he could.

He brought along his brother and the three (he supposed it was four, if you counted the demon Nezuko) kanoe from his last harrowing mission aboard the Mugen Train. To his delight, young Tokito was in attendance, and Kyojuro was hoping the kanoe and his brother might help the Mist Hashira expand his non-existent social circle. For now, Tokito seemed to be at least tolerating Inosuke and his feral behavior, so he supposed that was a good start.

Kanroji had arranged a large suncover that stretched out over the roof, so everyone could feel the breeze and smell the wisteria of the courtyard, but Nezuko would be safe from the direct sunlight. The little girl was delighted to stretch her legs and run about, getting a rare chance to act her age.

For the past half hour or so, Kyojuro had been enthusiastically chattering with Suma about various topics, the retirement of Tengen, her plans to start a garden at their house, his family and what they were up to. She’d been genuinely happy when he told her how his father had been doing well, actually making slow steps to becoming a humane person again, although he didn’t say that last part aloud.

A shriek tore through the courtyard, and they both peered over to where Senjuro and Zenitsu were attempting what looked to be some kind of clapping/chanting hand game, which Senjuro seemed to be winning. Zenitsu shrieked yet again as he missed the next motion, and Senjuro laughed at his newfound friend’s exasperation.

It was nice for Kyojuro to catch up with the Tengens, as he so rarely got to see friends and family who weren’t in the Demon Slayer Corps. While Makio had been cooing over the youngsters (mainly Nezuko, who seemed to adore her right back) and Hinatsuru had been glued to Uzui’s side, clearly still concerned about his injuries, Suma was easily the most social of them and could talk anyone’s ear off.

Which is how he found out.

“ — thinking about stopping by the Butterfly Mansion, because Hinatsuru is still worried about Tengen’s arm healing right, she’s fussy with all of us, really, plus we all love to see the little butterfly girls and Aoi-kun! Well, they’re not very fond of Tengen still, but I’m sure they’ll come around eventually. I tell you, I’d snatch them up and keep them if I could! Too bad they couldn’t make it today, but poor Kocho-san has her hands full with Tomioka-san—OW!!”

Makio had appeared out of nowhere and laid a harsh chop to the back of Suma’s head, her eyes crinkling with annoyance as Suma started whining at her. Her eyes darted to Kyojuro, taking in his startled face, and she made an aggravated sound in her throat.

“Suma, you’re the worst blabbermouth I’ve ever met,” she said harshly, and Suma’s eyes began shining with tears. “Honestly, we had one task!”

“Ma-Makioooooo…..” Suma started to wail, gaining the attention of young Kamado, who popped up at Kyojuro’s elbow with a curious expression on his face.

“What happened?” He asked, glancing at his mentor, his face slacking at Kyojuro’s blank expression. The Flame Hashira found his voice.

“Tomioka-san? The water hashira Tomioka-san? He’s been injured?” He’d never heard of such a thing before.

Makio turned her face from where she was almost violently shaking Suma. She looked revolted that he’d acknowledged what Suma said, and she weakly conceded, “Ah, no one was supposed to say anything,” she shot another scathing look at Suma, “Kocho-san didn’t even like that we found out about it.”

Tanjiro leaned in. “Tomioka-san is hurt? It’s not bad, is it?” His eyebrows creased in concern.

All the way across the courtyard, Zenitsu whipped around from his clapping game with Senjuro and made a level 5 panic face.

“TANJIRO! Who got hurt?!” He shrieked at the top of his lungs, gathering everyone’s attention. Kyojuro reminded himself to be careful what he said when Zenitsu was within a mile of him.

Makio growled in her throat, whirling on her fellow kunoichi . “Now look what you’ve done. Birds of a feather, the two of you!”

All other eyes shifted to Kyojuro and Tanjiro, who was still looking at Makio, who was once again pummeling Suma like one does a hand drum. Suma wailed. “I-I DIDN’T MEAN TO, ITWASANACCIDENT, MAKIOUOUOU!”

Kanroji tiptoed over, biting her lip. Before anyone else could start talking and asking questions, Tengen’s sharp voice cut through the crowd. “For the sake of everything shiny in this world, CALM DOWN!”

Kyojuro felt Tanjiro’s fingers holding onto his sleeve tightly. Makio shot them one last sympathetic look before she turned away from everyone, embarrassed at the attention. Suma sat next to her on the ground, sniffling.

Tengen and Hinatsuru came closer, as though Tengen meant to make it more of a secret, but the whole group was now at least a little intrigued by the situation, so really everyone just tightened into a smaller circle. Muichiro even allowed Kanroji to hoist him piggyback.

Tengen coughed with aggrandized effort. “Jeez, a ruckus like this over fucking Tomioka.” His eyes met Kyojuro’s with tired ease. “Apparently Tomioka’s the latest hashira who showed up to Kocho’s place on the brink of death. He’s fine, he’s fucking fine—“ he replied to the looks of alarm he received.

Zenitsu shook Kanroji’s shoulder and asked who they were all talking about. She explained, and Kyojuro realized he was the only one who didn’t really know Tomioka, even as a face. Zenitsu groaned, and his hands started shaking.

“Not again. Another one of the hashira taken out of the ring?! There’s no chance for us. At this rate we’re all demon food! We’re all dead meat!”

“Don’t think like that,” Senjuro assured him. “This is only what we’ve heard so far, it could be a very different story by now.”

“You mean it could be WORSE.” Zenitsu bemoaned. He really was meant to train under Tengen, Kyojuro thought. Such a flair for the dramatic.

“But — he’s gonna make it, right?” Tanjiro asked nervously.

Tengen scoffed. “Obviously. If my mans Kyojuro can survive a hole through the chest, then Tomioka’s in the clear. That stubborn brat could probably survive a dip in a volcano. He’s been in worse shape, I’m sure. We all have.”

“Did you see him, though? With your own eyes?” Tanjiro persisted.

Tengen shrugged and flicked his eyes at his closest wife. “Not me. Hinatsuru did, for a split second.”

Kyojuro felt his other arm being tugged, and turned to see Senjuro ushering him to a stool he’d pulled up. “You look sick, aniki.”

He sat, feeling a bit better, barely noticing when a very small Nezuko crawled up his leg and into his arms, where she curled up for a nap. He couldn’t collect his thoughts. “He’s with Kocho-san, though?” He managed.

Hinatsuru rubbed her fingers together in a strange motion, like she was milking a cow with one hand, curling her joints and furrowing her own brow. Kyojuro absently wondered if she was twirling an imaginary weapon of some kind.

She answered, “Yes. He was in pretty rough shape from what I saw, but I don’t know what exactly happened to him. It could’ve been anything. I only walked into the wrong room on accident. Kocho-san was a little annoyed with me, but she wasn’t…” Her voice faded, waiting for the right word to come. “….scared. She looked worried, but not scared, like she thought he was in immediate danger. I could be wrong, I don’t know either of them very well.”

A pause, then Kanroji piped up nervously. “Why would it be such a secret if she wasn’t worried about him?”

Hinatsuru and Makio exchanged looks, then looked away from each other. Makio ventured, “He’s probably too weak for visitors, is my guess. Kocho-san hardly let us in to see Tengen while she treated him, even when he was in the clear. She’s become more cautious, I think. I wonder if something happened to put her guard up.”

Realization hit Kyojuro like a brick to the skull. “He may have been struck by a powerful blood demon art,” he voiced his thoughts, assembling his distant memories. He and Senjuro briefly met eyes. “I was treated for an injury when I was younger, when I first joined the corps. A blood demon art caused my heart to make too much blood for my body, but Kocho—Kanae-san, that is, had a solution that healed me in only two weeks.”

Zenitsu asked. “What solution?”

Senjuro looked like he might be sick. “You don’t want to know.”

“He’s right, you don’t!” Kyojuro added. “It’s unpleasant to say the least. The key component to any successful recovery is privacy and patience. Sometimes the best way out is slowly.”

Inosuke snorted. “Water-man is worth a whole freakin’ army. No way he’s going down that easy.”

“I concur, boar-boy, Tomioka-san is more than capable of getting back on his feet. But, I wonder…one is very vulnerable when so badly injured. Since Uzui’s retirement and my hiatus, the corps can’t afford to lose any other hashira. Kocho-san may just be taking extra precautions.”

His logic seemed to turn the mood from morbidly intrigued to reassured and satisfied. Tokito and Kanroji, the only active hashira present, both seemed to be processing this news seriously, or at least Kanroji was. Her eyes were wild with some intense emotion, while Kyojuro couldn’t even guess the thoughts of the blank-faced Mist Hashira.

Zenitsu seemed suddenly miffed. “Wait, Tengen-san, how could you betray Lady Shinobu’s confidence like this?! She works really hard to help people, and you’re acting like her wishes don’t even matter!!” He semi-screeched towards the end, which Kyojuro couldn’t even hear, it was so high out of his limited hearing range.

“Uh, first of all, I didn’t. Suma’s the one who spilled.”

Tengen didn’t say it in a particularly accusatory way, but Suma gazed at him with freshly wet eyes, mumbling high-pitched apologies. He gently patted her head, and she tried to calm herself.

“Second of all, I told you all in a very dramatic and flashy way, so I think that cancels out at least 60% of the moral ambiguity. And third, I’m fairly certain that nobody present wants to spend time fretting over freaking Tomioka, of all people. He’d probably hate that we all even know something about him, especially that he’s hurt. That’s how he is. Let the street cat lick his wounds, he’ll be back in no time.”

Kyojuro still feels mostly surprised, taken aback by the bad news, but he also feels a twinge of sympathy for the water pillar. The way Uzui worded it, it sounded like Tomioka-san had nobody there to support him while he was in hospice; even at his lowest, the Water Hashira didn’t have a single person wondering if he was okay, praying for his speedy recovery, or even just visiting him.

Tengen snapped his fingers loudly for attention. “I’m serious, y’all better quit your old-lady fretting. This is a freaking party, let’s act like it!”

With that, people fell back into whatever they were doing previously, and before long a crowd of Tengen’s Mighty Mice delivered a buffet of food for supper, which brought everyone to the table to eat. Kyojuro gladly fed his appetite (so much better than medicinal mixtures), but noticed Tanjiro next to him, chopsticks still in one piece, fiddling with the food in his bowl, his delicious steaming oyakodon going uneaten.

“Young Kamado, aren’t you hungry?”

Tanjiro glances up at him, then back to his bowl. “Yeah…I just hope Tomioka is okay. I’ve never heard of him being hurt before, even a mild injury. If he really has been hit by a blood demon art…” The boy exhales deep in his stomach, and finally separates his chopsticks. When he speaks again, his voice is thick. “I just hope he’s okay.”

Kyojuro’s heart warmed at the compassion in his tsuguko’s face. Tanjiro surely had been the child of top-tier parents. “The news surprised me as well! I recall Tomioka breaking his arm in training, and he didn’t so much as slow down. I don’t even know if he was treated for it. It’s definitely unusual for him to accept help.”

Tanjiro brightened a little, always one for a story. “You guys trained together?”

“We did, for a few summers. We were probably close to Nezuko’s age. Some retired hashira offer conditioning and technique training at their homes, for in-between big missions and while recovering, occasions like that. You might consider visiting one, I think you would benefit immensely!”

Tanjiro smiles at that, all sunshine, and Kyojuro affectionately ruffles his hair. The boy finally eats, downing at least three oyakodon bowls to Kyojuro’s six katsudon (they grow up so fast). When the sun began to fade, people either headed off to the roads or inside the Wisteria House to retire for the night.

Maybe it’s because of Tomioka’s inexplicable injuries, maybe it’s because the kids were half asleep and digesting monstrous amounts of noodles and vegetables, maybe it was just his gut instinct. Kyojuro declared they would stay the night as well, rather than walk through the black, swelling night.

They all fit into two smaller rooms, Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu taking one and leaving Senjuro and Nezuko to share with Kyojuro. Tanjiro usually wanted to stay right beside his sister, so it humbled Kyojuro that his tsuguko inherently trusted him with someone as important to him as Nezuko.

Kyo actually preferred this arrangement, since the three kanoe could handle themselves, and he himself could protect Senjuro and Nezuko, even though Nezuko was plenty capable. He felt a protective instinct kicking in, the familiar warmth of trust emanating from his roommates.

Senjuro slept across from him, on his side, and Nezuko curled up in a pile of blankets and cushions in between the brothers, close enough to Kyojuro that he could touch her tiny little demon hand. His eyes began to close, but he reached out just one finger and curiously tapped Nezuko’s palm. She didn’t open her eyes, but shifted a little closer to him sleepily.

Kyojuro couldn’t help his little grin at her. Seriously, one of the cutest beings he had ever seen in his life. How he ever thought this absolute angel should be executed was beyond him. He fell asleep to the smell of wisteria and the gentle clash of wind chimes outside the walls. The moon crawled higher and higher, and watched over all those inside the house as they slept.