Kaleidoscope [December 16th] [Kiri/Elraine] [Double Arts]
Title :: Kaleidoscope
Prompt :: December 16th, “and night with different stars” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Kiri/Elraine, mentions of Sui
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 322
Summary :: It’s like another puzzle, she thinks, listening to the sound of him breathe. Like the curing of Troy itself - something amazing but abstract, something that we have to have faith in even if we can’t fully see.
She raises their hands, turns their wrists, and looks out the window and up at the sky through interlaced fingers.
The movement is childish and clearly disturbing his sleep - his lashes flutter and he mutters something that could be a curse; but his eyes remain closed, and she draws in a quiet breath, almost afraid to look away just yet.
The night sky is nothing she has not seen before, of course; yet it somehow seems different this way, bits and pieces of stars rearranged like trapped things in a kaleidoscope, swirling and swirling and dizzying and lovely.
It makes her smile, even if the corners of her lips are quirked curiously like question marks.
It’s like another puzzle, she thinks, listening to the sound of him breathe. Like the curing of Troy itself - something amazing but abstract, something that we have to have faith in even if we can’t fully see.
And then he shifts, snorts, and flops their hands back onto the mattress with a dull thud.
“D’you need me t’sing you a lullaby or somethin’?” he mutters, part teasing and part exasperated, but mostly just exhausted.
And her immediate flailing accidentally smacks him in the face.
“That is not a good demonstration of how to put people to sleep, Ellie!” he howls, clutching at his head with his free hand, and her laughter is muffled into her pillow.
He hears it anyway and snatches the thing from her, then thwacks her with it in retaliation; and the resulting pillowfight is only broken up in a panic when Sui pokes her head inside the door to see what kind of excitement she is missing and join in.
(And then stars are ignored in lieu of new bruises - she’d never before thought that pillows could actually hurt, but leave it to Sui to manage - but his breathing is still a steady rhythm at her side, and she continues to smile anyway.)
Prompt :: December 16th, “and night with different stars” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Kiri/Elraine, mentions of Sui
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 322
Summary :: It’s like another puzzle, she thinks, listening to the sound of him breathe. Like the curing of Troy itself - something amazing but abstract, something that we have to have faith in even if we can’t fully see.
She raises their hands, turns their wrists, and looks out the window and up at the sky through interlaced fingers.
The movement is childish and clearly disturbing his sleep - his lashes flutter and he mutters something that could be a curse; but his eyes remain closed, and she draws in a quiet breath, almost afraid to look away just yet.
The night sky is nothing she has not seen before, of course; yet it somehow seems different this way, bits and pieces of stars rearranged like trapped things in a kaleidoscope, swirling and swirling and dizzying and lovely.
It makes her smile, even if the corners of her lips are quirked curiously like question marks.
It’s like another puzzle, she thinks, listening to the sound of him breathe. Like the curing of Troy itself - something amazing but abstract, something that we have to have faith in even if we can’t fully see.
And then he shifts, snorts, and flops their hands back onto the mattress with a dull thud.
“D’you need me t’sing you a lullaby or somethin’?” he mutters, part teasing and part exasperated, but mostly just exhausted.
And her immediate flailing accidentally smacks him in the face.
“That is not a good demonstration of how to put people to sleep, Ellie!” he howls, clutching at his head with his free hand, and her laughter is muffled into her pillow.
He hears it anyway and snatches the thing from her, then thwacks her with it in retaliation; and the resulting pillowfight is only broken up in a panic when Sui pokes her head inside the door to see what kind of excitement she is missing and join in.
(And then stars are ignored in lieu of new bruises - she’d never before thought that pillows could actually hurt, but leave it to Sui to manage - but his breathing is still a steady rhythm at her side, and she continues to smile anyway.)