So, this is a short lil’ thing I wrote a few months ago, but never finished, so-- perhaps now’s the time?
It was a Friday morning. A particularly lazy one, but that could only be attributed to the fact that the Games were over, at least until the next announcement.
Mirage opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, squinting as his irises adjusted to the dim atmosphere in the bedroom. Soon enough, however, his gaze fell to the side, and there she was.
It felt like something of a dream, still. To be laying next to the woman he never could have dreamed of, and to be able to embrace her, and love her was something seemingly out of the spectrum of possibility. Until not too long ago, that is.
Elliott moved onto his side and once his eyes caught a glimpse of the raven locks messily spread across the pillowcase, he reached out almost instinctively, the back of his large hand brushing away a few loose strands. She wasn’t much of a peaceful sleeper, but it was rare to witness such a serene expression on her face. Ever since they’ve met and even all the way up until now, her dreams were troubled and filled with anguish that only seemed to settle once reality sunk in. And as far as feeling safe went, there were still days that went by during which she’d rather hide away in her room than talk to anyone. It was not easy. Far from it, actually.
He realized that he’d probably been staring for too long, but it’s not like she was awake to scold him... right? Well, if she did see, then he’d probably have a lot of explaining to do taken that, err...
His internal dilemma was abruptly interrupted by a sound which, upon further inspection, appeared to be made by Renee. His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head to get a better look at her face, but it seemed like she was still fast asleep. He would let out a sigh of relief if not for fear of waking her up and risking... well, sure death. Wraith was not a morning person.
Back sinking into the bed again, he was smiling like a hopeless idiot. If one were to look at it from an outsider’s perspective, he’d seem insane, that was for sure. Rubbing his forehead, Elliott let out a low chuckle. It was so silly, wasn’t it? To be so... enamored. It’s not like he was a teenager going through his first love experience. He was a grown man, for God’s sake.
He almost jumped. Ohdamnit, she woke up. Before he could answer, however, Renee shifted in her spot, and with a flurry of inky locks, he caught a glimpse of her sleepy eyes.
“Why are you up so early?” Renee’s voice was quiet, and soft. Her head turned, presumably to take a quick look at the bright display of her phone, but soon enough her piercing blue eyes focused on him again.
“... it’s not even ten yet.”
Mirage blinked. Well, it couldn’t be said that he was an early bird, and he most certainly did not mean to interrupt her sleep. She seemed perpetually tired.
“I’m sorry if I woke you up. Just, uh... figured I’d make breakfast and... stuff, you know.” He was stuttering, again. What was he even nervous for?
Her eyes narrowed, she seemed to be thinking. Though barely a few seconds passed and he could feel a faint warmth cling onto his own form. With one of Renee’s arms draped over his chest, there was no way he could leave the bed. His chest vibrated with an amused chuckle.
“What’s wrong, baby?” It was cute. While she definitely seemed like she was still half-asleep, it was a gesture he wouldn’t necessarily expect. In a swift motion, his digits brushed through her hair, parting each strand carefully, and meticulously.
She groaned.
“It’s too early... and I need you here,” Wraith muttered under her breath, with words so soft they could almost pass for a delirious whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” Mirage pointed out, the corners of his lips stretching out into a wide smile. “You’re going to have enough time to get sick of me yet,” he added, with an awkward snigger completing the remark.
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