Fluff, Relationships, and Traditions
This entry is part 52 of 52 in the series 365 Challenge
So characters have habits, ways they interact with certain people and situations, things they do and like to do, stories and histories together. I've known a lot of my characters' for a long time but getting them all into fic is interesting, particularly for the ones I don't know that for.
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He debated with himself a moment before realizing, he probably wouldn't sleep anyway and Anna had never been a night owl. With a small sigh (he wasn't a night owl either), he made himself get out of bed and pad out to the kitchen where the light over the table had been turned on low and pooled soft warm light over Anna. She had curled up on a chair, the throw off the back of a wicker chair wrapped around her slip as though it were a robe. Her long hair slid off her shoulder like silk. It was a picture he wished he could sketch, but his ability had never been as permanent as hers.
"Anna?" he said softly.
For a moment, she did not move and the moment did not break. It made his heart beat a little faster. Was she all right? He saw the bowl of chilled yogurt before her. He could hear her, quietly humming-Keeper's song.
He came forward cautiously and sat in the chair beside hers. Her hand slid to the left and she wove her fingers into his.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
She glanced over at him, then barely breathed out a sigh. "About my parents." Her other hand idled with spoon in her dish. "I wonder," she said carefully, "what they would have been like?" She lifted the spoon to her mouth, eyes turned away.
He wanted to say something, but he had no idea what. Lightsculpt's parents were alive and hers were not. She had never had to wonder if they would accept her now that she was special and different. She would never have a family besides the one she made for herself.
His hand tightened on hers and he leaned over to enfold her in his arms. Words weren't enough for this and it took a moment before he realized her shoulders were shaking with silent tears. He kissed her face gently where they fell.
He wanted to say something, anything-I'm sorry, I'll always be here for you, what can I do?-but there were no words, so he simply held on and was grateful that she clung to him back.
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