Post by Greenie on Nov 15, 2008 23:05:13 GMT -5
... my Mia muse came back.
Title: Fighting with reality
Characters: Dysthymia, Christopher
Word Count: 411
***
"Mia?" A soft voice called from the next room, followed by a light tap on the door. "Are you awake?"
The ferret slowly came to conciousness, his brow furrowed. "Yeah..." He mumbled, immediately confused by the gentle tone. Christopher never cared if he was awake, let alone was polite enough to ask. Maybe he wanted something, but again - Christopher never asked, he just assumed. Mia turned over partially, but paused at the point where his bindings were tangled with the sheets. The saluki had opened the door only enough to peer inside, and his expression was so soft and worried that Mia could only stare back, his hand frozen above the twisted metal and cloth.
"You've been asleep for nearly ten hours." Christopher said quietly, scooting the door open further in order to rest against the doorframe. "... I was beginning to get worried."
Worried? What? His sleeping schedule was sporadic, if sometimes nonexistant, so it was nothing unusual for him to sleep ten hours on a pop. The ferret tried to sit up but fell back against the bed abruptly when the metal refused to give. Grimacing against the pain he tried to untangle it, Christopher's odd mood momentarily forgotten.
The canine moved fluidly from the doorway to the bed and kneeled on the edge, gazing down at Mia with an expression of worry and tenderness. Mia looked up and jolted back at his nearness, then raised an eyebrow. ".... Christopher?"
"Yes?" He replied immediately, with a small hint of a smile.
"Are you feeling okay? ... High, maybe? Tipsy?"
Christopher merely shook his head, the smile never faltering. "More than fine. You should eat something." He gently admonished. Mia immediately froze when the saluki bent down and tenderly kissed his forehead, and couldn't move from the position even after the canine had left the room.
***
He woke up to the sound of stomping, frustrated footsteps, and was greated with the smell of dirty laundry filtering through his nostrils.
"Do you know how to do laundry? Do you?" Christopher's annoyed, sarcastic tone came from across the room. Mia felt another article of clothing land on his face, and opened his eyes to find he had several filthy shirts lying on his face.
"... Maybe.." He managed to reply, still in a state of shock.
It had only been a dream.
What the bloody hell?
Title: Fighting with reality
Characters: Dysthymia, Christopher
Word Count: 411
***
"Mia?" A soft voice called from the next room, followed by a light tap on the door. "Are you awake?"
The ferret slowly came to conciousness, his brow furrowed. "Yeah..." He mumbled, immediately confused by the gentle tone. Christopher never cared if he was awake, let alone was polite enough to ask. Maybe he wanted something, but again - Christopher never asked, he just assumed. Mia turned over partially, but paused at the point where his bindings were tangled with the sheets. The saluki had opened the door only enough to peer inside, and his expression was so soft and worried that Mia could only stare back, his hand frozen above the twisted metal and cloth.
"You've been asleep for nearly ten hours." Christopher said quietly, scooting the door open further in order to rest against the doorframe. "... I was beginning to get worried."
Worried? What? His sleeping schedule was sporadic, if sometimes nonexistant, so it was nothing unusual for him to sleep ten hours on a pop. The ferret tried to sit up but fell back against the bed abruptly when the metal refused to give. Grimacing against the pain he tried to untangle it, Christopher's odd mood momentarily forgotten.
The canine moved fluidly from the doorway to the bed and kneeled on the edge, gazing down at Mia with an expression of worry and tenderness. Mia looked up and jolted back at his nearness, then raised an eyebrow. ".... Christopher?"
"Yes?" He replied immediately, with a small hint of a smile.
"Are you feeling okay? ... High, maybe? Tipsy?"
Christopher merely shook his head, the smile never faltering. "More than fine. You should eat something." He gently admonished. Mia immediately froze when the saluki bent down and tenderly kissed his forehead, and couldn't move from the position even after the canine had left the room.
***
He woke up to the sound of stomping, frustrated footsteps, and was greated with the smell of dirty laundry filtering through his nostrils.
"Do you know how to do laundry? Do you?" Christopher's annoyed, sarcastic tone came from across the room. Mia felt another article of clothing land on his face, and opened his eyes to find he had several filthy shirts lying on his face.
"... Maybe.." He managed to reply, still in a state of shock.
It had only been a dream.
What the bloody hell?
