Post by Greenie on Jul 7, 2009 0:06:49 GMT -5
Characters: Chris and Mia
Word count: 720
Mia frowned, jiggled the key again to be sure, then walked through the unlocked door with a curious expression. His unanswered question was answered immediately; Chris was dead asleep on the bed, curled on his side in a painful fetal position. He hadn’t made the pillow, and the sheets were twisted in the exact manner he’d left them that morning. Frowning, the ferret silently shut the door and set his keys on the table next to it, then began the process of unburdening himself of his work-related bundles. A pile of papers on the desk, a bag of files and documents on the floor, a large carrycase of other items went elsewhere. He paused next to the bed and the sleeping man. He’d intended on having dinner with Zether then working until late, but it was strangely heart-wrenching watching the man sleep, obviously stressed and uncomfortable yet dead asleep. The ferret leaned against the wall next to the bed and just watched him for a moment, then sat down next to the canine and, on a whim, began rubbing his incredibly tense back. It was an interesting moment for him, watching and feeling the muscles begin to relax under his hands, and feeling himself start to wind down and fall asleep himself. A while later he slowly stopped and curled up next to him, close, but not touching, and fell into a deep slumber, his work forgotten for the night.
The next night followed in much the same vein. The door was unlocked, and Chris was in an early dead slumber on the bed. Feeling bad that he was in a better state of mind for once, Mia again sat beside him and did his best to clear the tension from the man’s back. It took half the time for him to relax and for Mia to fall asleep, that night.
Three or four days later, Chris was still falling asleep unusually early, but found himself with more and more energy as the days went by, despite the fact that his stressors had not absented themselves and none of his problems had been solved. He discovered the source of his strange energy not long after he’d fallen asleep one night; he’d taken to going to bed hours earlier in an attempt to catch up on the energy he was blowing away during the day. The canine was having trouble falling asleep so early now that he was feeling better, and was awoken not even an hour later by the light touch of hands on his back, slowly moving to a halt. He frowned sleepily and reached back to grab one of the hands, but got no response; it stayed limp in his own, unreactive. Chris, confused, angled over slightly to peer at Mia, but found the ferret in a comfortable, deep sleep. He stared the man down for a good minute, unmoving and unblinking, but was satisfied when his best “I’m glaring at you, douche” look had no effect. The ferret was asleep, it was the only way he got away from that look. He was secretly pleased Mia had been trying to help, but really, didn’t he have better things to do with his time? Those damn piles on the desk and the table and the floor and in the bathroom weren’t getting any smaller here, hello. He gave the ferret a good sharp kick in the leg and immediately turned back over and went back to the business of falling asleep.
Mia, unfooled, had not been completely asleep and had indeed woken up to the death glare, but had simply chosen not to react to it. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as Chris thought it was.. at least, as long as he kept his eyes closed. He inched his body closer slowly, then in one swift move wrapped his arm tightly around the man’s waist and bit him once, hard, on the shoulder. Chris’s ever-so-slight wince of pain, then the tiniest of smiles, almost a twitch of the lips really, was all the ferret needed in response. He smiled, nestled his head into a comfortable spot, and they both fell asleep, his arm still around his waist.
Word count: 720
Mia frowned, jiggled the key again to be sure, then walked through the unlocked door with a curious expression. His unanswered question was answered immediately; Chris was dead asleep on the bed, curled on his side in a painful fetal position. He hadn’t made the pillow, and the sheets were twisted in the exact manner he’d left them that morning. Frowning, the ferret silently shut the door and set his keys on the table next to it, then began the process of unburdening himself of his work-related bundles. A pile of papers on the desk, a bag of files and documents on the floor, a large carrycase of other items went elsewhere. He paused next to the bed and the sleeping man. He’d intended on having dinner with Zether then working until late, but it was strangely heart-wrenching watching the man sleep, obviously stressed and uncomfortable yet dead asleep. The ferret leaned against the wall next to the bed and just watched him for a moment, then sat down next to the canine and, on a whim, began rubbing his incredibly tense back. It was an interesting moment for him, watching and feeling the muscles begin to relax under his hands, and feeling himself start to wind down and fall asleep himself. A while later he slowly stopped and curled up next to him, close, but not touching, and fell into a deep slumber, his work forgotten for the night.
The next night followed in much the same vein. The door was unlocked, and Chris was in an early dead slumber on the bed. Feeling bad that he was in a better state of mind for once, Mia again sat beside him and did his best to clear the tension from the man’s back. It took half the time for him to relax and for Mia to fall asleep, that night.
Three or four days later, Chris was still falling asleep unusually early, but found himself with more and more energy as the days went by, despite the fact that his stressors had not absented themselves and none of his problems had been solved. He discovered the source of his strange energy not long after he’d fallen asleep one night; he’d taken to going to bed hours earlier in an attempt to catch up on the energy he was blowing away during the day. The canine was having trouble falling asleep so early now that he was feeling better, and was awoken not even an hour later by the light touch of hands on his back, slowly moving to a halt. He frowned sleepily and reached back to grab one of the hands, but got no response; it stayed limp in his own, unreactive. Chris, confused, angled over slightly to peer at Mia, but found the ferret in a comfortable, deep sleep. He stared the man down for a good minute, unmoving and unblinking, but was satisfied when his best “I’m glaring at you, douche” look had no effect. The ferret was asleep, it was the only way he got away from that look. He was secretly pleased Mia had been trying to help, but really, didn’t he have better things to do with his time? Those damn piles on the desk and the table and the floor and in the bathroom weren’t getting any smaller here, hello. He gave the ferret a good sharp kick in the leg and immediately turned back over and went back to the business of falling asleep.
Mia, unfooled, had not been completely asleep and had indeed woken up to the death glare, but had simply chosen not to react to it. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as Chris thought it was.. at least, as long as he kept his eyes closed. He inched his body closer slowly, then in one swift move wrapped his arm tightly around the man’s waist and bit him once, hard, on the shoulder. Chris’s ever-so-slight wince of pain, then the tiniest of smiles, almost a twitch of the lips really, was all the ferret needed in response. He smiled, nestled his head into a comfortable spot, and they both fell asleep, his arm still around his waist.
