@lunaetis / drabble call / open.
when even the earth has numbered days i can give just one thing that stays
tired eyes stare up at the nightsky in awe --- exhaustion had nothing on the absolute
peace he felt in that moment , lying on the rooftop of his van with his soulmate while
staring up at the clear starlit night. it felt almost like a scene from a movie or a book ,
and perhaps it was a little like one. leather jacket discarded to lay underneath them
to offer at least some protection from the cool steel of his little converted van. buddy
is whining quietly somewhere next to the car ; of course he would , he wants to just
be up there with them in tranquil silence without having to endure sweet potatos soft
snores from inside the van , muffled for those above but not those right next to the
door. he moves his head just a tad to glance at buddy who’s decided to nestle next
to queen , whines much quieter now that he also found someone to share a moment
of peace with. it’s only then that the german catches a glimpse of something from
the corner of his eyes and with childlike glee he jolts to sit upwards , pointing up.
❛ — violet ! violet ! didya see ? didya see ? ‘twas a shootin’ star , right !? ooh !
now ya gotta wish for somethin--- or somethin’ like that ... i think ? ❜
he ignores the little sting from his key somewhere in his jackets pocket boring into
him through his clothes --- it’s a little price to pay if it means being able to witness
another shooting star. a little awed “ooh” leaves him while he stares at the sky in
absolute fascination. he’s almost hypnotised from the star , so deep in thought he
doesn’t even realise he’s speaking his wishes out loud. ❛ alright stars ! do yer job !
make sure i never ever gotta let go of violet ! that’s somethin’ i’d really really
not enjoy ! i won’t like that so ya better not do that to me stars ! ❜ his tone’s
rather chipper despite the almost silent volume he speaks at. his head turns and tilts
just a tiny bit so he can look back at violet , pointing at the sky once more , his hands
uncovered and the gloves discared somewhere inside his van. ❛ whaddya wish on ?
oh ! i bet something really classy , right ? you’re like top class classy in a way ,
ya know ? or was it something else ? a pet ? OOH ! didya wish for buddy to not
jump at ya again whenever you come home ? dang , i should’ve wished for that. ❜
though , it’s when she softly reminds him that wishes aren’t supposed to be revealed
that he stops and blinks , hand coming up to rub his chin in a mock thoughtful manner.
❛ ah , shoot. you’re right--- dang it , and here i was gonna say i wish for some
neat robot tech or somethin’. ya know , that futuristic stuff ! ❜ he replies ,
enthusiasm never ceasing. he’s been alone for so long he forgot what it felt like to be
happy in company --- and if he’s honest he never ever wants to miss that feeling again.
he does feel as though maybe his energy is all over the place , though. others did point
out his behaviours were very reminiscient of his dogs ( buddy in particular ) sometimes.
so instead he leans back and lays down next to violet again , carefully inching his hand
closer to hers. and it’s weird to him , that they both can’t feel with their hands but that
he still asks --- but he does and he doesn’t regret it ( he’d rather ask a thousand times
than upset her even once ) --- if it is okay for him to hold her hand. but then she agrees
and he can feel that stupid , cheery grin again ( the one jhase had told him looked like
he really was just one huge puppy ) and somehow everything calms down around him.
time doesn’t matter all of a sudden , all the exhaustion from before is gone and all the
chilliness from laying there without his jacket at night in the desert feels like it doesn’t
matter. he can hear a wince and a howl from sweet potato who’s run out of the van at
hearing his excited tone only to jump into one of the few cacti surrounding their close
vacinity. and he lets out a soft giggle at that before glancing around again. sure , the
night sky was beautiful but taking in their surroundings --- how the sand around them
looked like freshly fallen snow , illuminated by stars like that , and how the mountains
in the distance seemed to draw closer and then grow somewhat distant again. and
then he finally dares to do what he had avoided for the past hour or so --- he looks at
violet and his breath hitches in his throat because all the worry and subconscious
anxiety just washes away when he can see a small smile on her face. and she’s
surrounded and illuminated by the light of the moon and the stars and she just looks
like she belongs right where she sits he feels almost like he’s looking at a beautiful
painting of indescribable worth within the louvre. and he sees the little sparkle in her
eyes when another shooting star appears and his eyes shift from mesmerized to
soft and tender and ... loving. the world had torn at both of them but somehow it also
paid them back in a way , he thinks. then he wonders if violet feels the same way
and he glances at their entwined hands , glances at his she’s shifted position to lean
on him just a bit to get a better view on the nightsky. and he thinks that maybe ,
maybe she does. and it makes him so incredibly happy.
