Good Ear, Brah, Superior

Just Let Me Remind You What I Am To You.

He laid awake, well…he had been asleep.

Something had woken him up in the night. These walls were as thin as paper some nights, he was a light sleeper anyways and had probably just heard someone walking past.

The woman wrapped against him never stirred though, her arms still securely wrapped around to hold his back. She breathed ever so softly, her shoulders rising and falling with a soft rhythm.

Strands of blue hair splayed on the floor where they laid, mixing in with his own dark locks. It was honestly hard to tell where she ended and he began in this embrace. He wasn’t against it though, she was warm, he ran cold. It was a silent agreement between them, one he could never get himself to voice.

You say you won’t love me, I won’t love you neither.

It always eluded him, how familiar this felt. How she felt like a puzzle piece slotting into place beside him, both emotionally and physically. She somehow understood him, sometimes better than himself. Her eyes always lit up when she spoke to him, sparking some weird stirring in his heart. He refused to look past it, in favor of more productive pursuits for their Goddess. But he couldn’t deny the pull. The intensity in her gaze when she’d stare at him, the caring feeling in all her touches and grazes, that familiar warmth she gave off.

Cause I am the one who looks out when you’re leaping, I am the one who knows how you were brave.

She stirred slightly beside him, burying her head into the crook of his neck as she held him a tad tighter. He somehow, instinctively, moved with her. He slipped an arm against her waist, keeping her flush against him as he took in her warmth on the cold floor. Why she denied a bed was beyond him, why she took the floor instead of her hammock was also beyond him.

Why she embraced him like an old lover…maybe it was beyond him.

Again though, he’d never complain about the warmth. She provided it well. Just like her loyalty.

And I am the one who heard what you said, sleeping.

The silence could be maddening. All the noise in the castle this time of night was the silence, the distant sound of Grimm, a noise out of the darkness from either Watt’s lab or…something no one dared to look into.

Tonight, the silence settled in as did the darkness.

The only noise in the room was her soft breathing and the sound of her fan that she had begged Watts for when she first got her room. She always had some way of getting what she wanted. He admired that about her, though he’d never voice it.

She made some soft noise as she settled into him. He couldn’t help but take her in, her dark skin, her blue hair, the way she somehow always smelled like oranges. Always oranges.

It felt hauntingly familiar.

Something that bothered him, but he never tried to linger on it.

The moonlight spilled in like water, fluid and silvery in the night. It somehow hit her face perfectly, making her stir again.

He braced his shoulder against her, something instinctively inside him not wanting to wake her.

She sighed in her sleep, settling again.

He couldn’t help but move his hand, touching her face as he looked at it the best he could.

The familiar feeling settled in again. Something nostalgic.

He sighed too before letting go of her face and settling in himself, letting sleep take him again.