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storypaint) wrote2010-08-31 12:06 am
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[Magic Knight Rayearth] a living hymn (Clef/Presea)
Title: a living hymn
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth [Mafia AU]
Length: 379 words
Prompt: sitting by the bed, I can see through her skin for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: The other entries in this AU reside on this tag.
Excerpt: It is a testament to Clef's strong personality that he does not look vulnerable when he sleeps. He's a lump under the covers, taking up almost no space, but Presea cannot imagine rolling over on him on accident.
It is a testament to Clef's strong personality that he does not look vulnerable when he sleeps. He's a lump under the covers, taking up almost no space, but Presea cannot imagine rolling over on him on accident.
She's having trouble sleeping and after lying there beside him for an hour, trying to regulate her breathing and relax, she rises from the bed to check the lock again, and clean her gun. The air conditioner hums in the corner of the room and does not manage to cool very well. Presea isn't sweating, but she's uncomfortable and doesn't know how Clef can be happy swaddled up in the sheets. She sits in the small chair next to the wobbly table, just out of the moonlight, and she rests her head on her chin and thinks. She stares at the headboard and wonders momentarily why all cheap hotel rooms look exactly the same.
Her mind is restless but she knows that she should sleep. They have one day, maybe two, before Emeraude will assume that they failed at their mission and send someone to track down their corpses. When the bodies aren't found, she'll know that they've defected (she's tiny, but certainly not as innocent as her appearance suggests). They need to be as far away as possible when she realizes. Presea drove for fourteen hours today, with a few short breaks; her knee is sore and they have a long day ahead of them tomorrow before they board a plane and spend another several hours in cramped space. She won't be able to stretch properly for a while after tonight, so she really should take advantage of it.
She gets up and walks around the room, checks the window and the lock, inhales the unfamiliar smell of a stranger's sheets, and then slips back into bed, laying down on top of the blankets and curling herself around Clef. He wakes when she does, with a sharp exhale, stiffening and reaching for his gun.
"It's just me," she whispers.
"Mm," he mumbles back, relaxing again into slumber. She drapes an arm over his stomach and shuts her eyes, cuddling into his shoulder.
When she wakes in the morning, he's holding her instead, face pressed into her back, and maybe that's why she wakes with a smile.
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth [Mafia AU]
Length: 379 words
Prompt: sitting by the bed, I can see through her skin for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: The other entries in this AU reside on this tag.
Excerpt: It is a testament to Clef's strong personality that he does not look vulnerable when he sleeps. He's a lump under the covers, taking up almost no space, but Presea cannot imagine rolling over on him on accident.
It is a testament to Clef's strong personality that he does not look vulnerable when he sleeps. He's a lump under the covers, taking up almost no space, but Presea cannot imagine rolling over on him on accident.
She's having trouble sleeping and after lying there beside him for an hour, trying to regulate her breathing and relax, she rises from the bed to check the lock again, and clean her gun. The air conditioner hums in the corner of the room and does not manage to cool very well. Presea isn't sweating, but she's uncomfortable and doesn't know how Clef can be happy swaddled up in the sheets. She sits in the small chair next to the wobbly table, just out of the moonlight, and she rests her head on her chin and thinks. She stares at the headboard and wonders momentarily why all cheap hotel rooms look exactly the same.
Her mind is restless but she knows that she should sleep. They have one day, maybe two, before Emeraude will assume that they failed at their mission and send someone to track down their corpses. When the bodies aren't found, she'll know that they've defected (she's tiny, but certainly not as innocent as her appearance suggests). They need to be as far away as possible when she realizes. Presea drove for fourteen hours today, with a few short breaks; her knee is sore and they have a long day ahead of them tomorrow before they board a plane and spend another several hours in cramped space. She won't be able to stretch properly for a while after tonight, so she really should take advantage of it.
She gets up and walks around the room, checks the window and the lock, inhales the unfamiliar smell of a stranger's sheets, and then slips back into bed, laying down on top of the blankets and curling herself around Clef. He wakes when she does, with a sharp exhale, stiffening and reaching for his gun.
"It's just me," she whispers.
"Mm," he mumbles back, relaxing again into slumber. She drapes an arm over his stomach and shuts her eyes, cuddling into his shoulder.
When she wakes in the morning, he's holding her instead, face pressed into her back, and maybe that's why she wakes with a smile.