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writetomyheart2015-08-16 08:57 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-16 08:57 am
[team sonic] when you met me
First word from here.
Title from Trigger by Halsey. This is part seven and the final part (at least for the foreseeable future) of A little loneliness, preceded by If the morning light steals our souls.
One of the things Ambers likes best now, strangely enough, isn't so much talking with Danson, though she loves that; a new mind to bounce thoughts off of, a different perspective. It isn't laughing or playing with him either, though she loves doing that too; no one could have told her how much fun little games from old stories could be until she got to play them herself, tag and hide and seek and cat's cradle with a length of synth-string, falling over into giggles when her fingers get tangled up.
What Amber likes most is lying next to Danson while he's sleeping, not separated by a sleeping pod but close so she can feel the warmth of his skin as she listens to him breathing and knows that he's going to wake up.
"Aren't you bored, lying there while I sleep?" Danson asks one time, lying on his side, head resting on the pillow and turned level with Amber's face.
"No," Amber says. "I waited a long time for you." Danson smiles, and drifts off to sleep.
After so long alone, sometimes his presence can be overwhelming, so it's nice to have a moment that's a bit like before, waiting for him to wake up, except now she just lies beside him and doesn't have to wonder if he will.
It's the best promise of all.
Title from Trigger by Halsey. This is part seven and the final part (at least for the foreseeable future) of A little loneliness, preceded by If the morning light steals our souls.
One of the things Ambers likes best now, strangely enough, isn't so much talking with Danson, though she loves that; a new mind to bounce thoughts off of, a different perspective. It isn't laughing or playing with him either, though she loves doing that too; no one could have told her how much fun little games from old stories could be until she got to play them herself, tag and hide and seek and cat's cradle with a length of synth-string, falling over into giggles when her fingers get tangled up.
What Amber likes most is lying next to Danson while he's sleeping, not separated by a sleeping pod but close so she can feel the warmth of his skin as she listens to him breathing and knows that he's going to wake up.
"Aren't you bored, lying there while I sleep?" Danson asks one time, lying on his side, head resting on the pillow and turned level with Amber's face.
"No," Amber says. "I waited a long time for you." Danson smiles, and drifts off to sleep.
After so long alone, sometimes his presence can be overwhelming, so it's nice to have a moment that's a bit like before, waiting for him to wake up, except now she just lies beside him and doesn't have to wonder if he will.
It's the best promise of all.