( closed; ) all she wants is a little piece of his dreams

[metalist]

Who: Sweet Valley High's favourite starcrossed lovers (Jaune Arc beaconed and Pyrrha Nikos metalist)
When: 8/10 and beyond; late night
Where: Residential district, a familiar apartment
What: FEELINGS
Rating/Warning: Jaune



[ It had been deceptively easy to get her feet to move in time with the routine she so well remembered. Once home, she had gravitated to what she had known; had reclaimed a measure of normalcy. His room, her room. The common area, the kitchen. The balcony where she had used to sit and do her take-home work, overlooking the route where she had used to take her twenty kilometre runs after dinner.

The days are almost easy, because even though she had declined all the instant-offer jobs and has yet to find anything else, she has some semblance of life and routine. As long as she's in this city, she's determined to live as part of it.

The nights are a little tougher, because sleep still eludes her. She lies awake for hours, either eventually giving up or nodding off for a fitful, restless few hours of dream-filled sleep. It's enough to function, but not enough to function well.

Tonight is one of the former! So, guess what she's doing.

Dressed in her favourite pajamas, she's playing Kill or be Killed Gaiden 3: The Vacation on Sunset Island.

At two in the morning.

With the volume at "rudely high for two in the goddamn morning". Whoops? - In her defense, it was 10pm only five minutes ago! Honest! ]

Comments

[metalist]

[ Laughing a little now, she does let go of him. Her hands, now empty, are left wanting almost immediately. ]

I think you need some sleep.

[beaconed]

[ T E A S E ]

Oh. Ha! Very funny. [ Can he even go to sleep after what just happened?? ]

Do you do self-diagnoses, too?

[metalist]

[ Look, if he wanted to make out, he should have been a more charming patient! ]

No. Doctors always make terrible patients.

[beaconed]

It's a good thing you're not a doctor. Now, to sleep with you! [ what ] I mean-- off to sleep you go! [ better ]

Leader's orders.

[ He's pulling rank on you for once!! ]

[metalist]

[ Setting aside now, to sleep with you! for now, even if it did make her heart jump in stark, unbidden anticipation. Her response is plaintively said, ]

I don't think I'm going to have any luck tonight.

[beaconed]

You didn't think you could stop that train either. C'mon, Pyrrha... I'd feel better if you tried at least...

[ Though, he's not so sure he'll have much luck himself. ]

[metalist]

[ Later, she'll realise that her little game had been what left him rather worked up, and she'll be pleased, in the way of young women growing into the power they have over young men. For now, Pyrrha's simply guilt ridden at having kept him up this long.

When he puts it that way, how could she do anything else? Sighing, she relents, although not without some warmth in her tone. ]

As you wish.

[ -- and, later, he'll find her curled up on the couch and not her bed, sleeping the sleep of the dead someone who's crashing in the repayment of significant debt. He will also find his lunch for the day has already been packed and dinner for the week has been prepped and left in the fridge.

Funny, that. ]