[Helis&Iphnis short story]
Some days were gentler and easier for them.
"I've been reading an interesting book lately," came Iphnis's voice in a hushed tone.
Outside their little personal bubble the sun was rising, bringing with it all kind of warm tones.
The world was starting to wake up and soon the morning air would be filled with sounds and voices. Even though Iphnis loved the liveliness of the day, right now they just wanted to enjoy the quiet that had enveloped them.
All around, between particles of dust that danced chasing the beams of light, the shadows moved slowly, caressing the walls and furniture. Things that in the room were only silhouettes conformed to the darkness, were now regaining their appearances.
Helis was already nestled comfortably in their place, struggling to stay a little more awake with half-lidded eyes that now were trying to focus on the other's face.
By that time of day, their hair had turned coppery, falling behind them like a waterfall struck by the rays of the setting sun.
"It was a man," Iphnis added, leaning on the edge of the candlestick, "who had to go through many trials to atone for the sin of killing his family."
Helis frowned slightly, but said nothing more, letting their eyes close. Both could have said that the atmosphere at that moment was one of the most comfortable.
There was a long silence in which only the muffled noises coming from outside or the rustling of fabrics as Iphnis changed position on the handle could be heard. Probably the other had fallen asleep, Iphnis thought, beginning to feel uncomfortable kneeling where they were. They silently moved to get up, but were stopped by a light snort.
"That doesn't sound very happy," Helis complained, drowning further into the holder while moving to bring their knees to their chest. "It's unusual for you to be so quiet. Usually you pester me with all the details".
Iphnis refrained from retorting for the sake of the moment. "It's unusual for you to fall asleep so quickly," they said instead, twisting their mouth.
Helis looked at them unfazed, "I'm not asleep yet. Are you complaining about the lack of fighting? I didn't know you were a violent person."
The other scoffed, "You are accusing me of not harassing you."
(One would agree that was better for both of them to not start bickering over trivial things.)
Clicking their tongue, Helis tried to suddenly straighten up, failing due to the position they were in. They fell back, sighing, "I'm tired, that's all. I'll return the favor another time. For now, tell me more about your book."
Pleased, Iphnis settled back into their position, laughing to themselves.
This esigent brat.
Thus, as ordered, they began to tell about the wrath of the gods, of heroic deeds and monsters.
As they spoke, they kept their gaze on the other who slowly, lulled by the story, faded away into sweet rest.
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