#drawntonightmares

Her eyes were wide as saucers as she watched him cradle the star in his palm. Uncomfortable she shifted, her frilly dress was slowly floating around her, her small hands rubbing her bare arms, as if she was cold, but she didn’t feel the frost of the universe on her skin, but instead fear gnawing at her. The uncertanty of what he will do that star, the silence that stretched….It made her twitch as well. Even if she looked at him kind of like a parental figure, she still fret over his eating habit, having not yet eaten herself, not wanting and not yet needing to…“…I d-don’t want to consume it…” she murmured as she took back the small star that pulsed like a little heartbeat. “…I’ll watch it…I want to see it grow…” she smiled a little, holding it to her chest, hugging the small celestial body to her own heart, that beat along with the small thing. Her pale eyes glowed in the eternal darkness of the night as she looked up, smiling lightly. “…I…don’t need to eat, to consume. I’m…okay like this” she said softly.

He could smell the fear on her, tantalising savoury-bitter depth of flavour dancing in the air around her - unnatural for a small singularity, but she was far from normal. She’d have to learn out of it, but that would come with time. Even afraid, very few things would pose a threat to her.

That reluctance to feed was something to keep an eye on, however. Whether the little one would experience Hunger as natural-born black holes did remained to be seen, but if she did, it wouldn’t be pleasant for her first feeding to be under its influence.

So, this place was interesting.

“I am going to make a fortune!” A tail waved in the air as its owner knelt by a patch of moss and picked apart some of the gemstones that had been growing through and alongside it, the raccoon giggling to himself merrily with each stone he managed to pluck up and stash on his bag.

He’d found a remote patch of a planet he’d planned on passing, but not wanting to spend another night floating through space while he slept, Rocket had decided to land and get in his eight hours before his next ‘job’. The turning point was almost letting himself float into an asteroid field that last time he dozed off. It had come out of completely nowhere.

It seemed like a quiet enough place to sleep, only when he landed Rocket was quick to find among the foliage hundreds of crystals that he knew would fetch a fair price in some markets. The extra cash was always appreciated.

“Gonna need to mark this place as having revisit value to it.”

James was exhausted, work certainly took its toll on him and he wanted nothing more than to lay and do nothing. Hannah was tucked up in bed and all James could hear was the passing of cars and the neighbors were yet again yelling at each other.

“Well, I could be wrong but I do believe I have checked my list twice, or perhaps thrice, to indicate that you Miss Alb…”

His fingers had curled around the fae’s lower back and gently enough gave it a tug towards him, only for the sole purpose of booping both their nose-tips together.

“Have been very good this year.”

Also forgive me by the holy comet, North.

Alb smiled softly as she heard those purrs. oh how she had missed her pretty shapeshifter, her sleepy bird, her majestic beast…her Phoenix. Slowly she stood up, rubbing those pesky tears away that had fallen down her cheeks and jaw. She was in her daydream form, a white coat and pale blushed skin, with golden eyes greeted Phoe. Pretty unusual, given their last encounter. her hair was a light blue, shining with trapped droplets like diamonds. Sniffing, she knelt infront of her, her hooves behind her, slightly crossed, tail wagging slightly

“I…missed you so much. You…I haven’t disturbed anything?” she asked, with small guilt in her voice, but the trembling relief in it was hard to overshadow. “You always tinker…always create. I envy that…”

     A narrow but soft gaze is locked on Alb, distant curiosity and riddled with absent fondness. The little smile that forms, stretching the two stripes on her lower lip is brief before she reaches forward to take one of her partners hands. She lays the half completed craft against the skin, thinking before resting that hand on her knee.

     “It would be a cruel thing to find you ‘disturbing’ or ‘bothering’ me with such a long absence. Beyond that, even just a few days and it would still be cruel. You are not a bother love.” The pointed words are clear, and she resumes working on the craft for a moment. Seems it’s almost done, a transparent carving of a fawn, rippling with little flickers of green light along it’s small back. In fact, she finishes off a moment later and lets her hand go to hold the little creation.