A/N: Happy V-day. -vomits all over the place- Okay, anyway, here's some pathetic fluff to ram down your throat alongside all of that chocolate! 8D
Based on the song "3AM" by Poets of the Fall. Favorite band ever. Coming out with a new album soon. Can't wait. 8DDDDD So, that's what this is all about. Yes, SonicXOC... (OC is Swift and is mine. Consider yourself murdered if you steal her. -snarls-) From Sawnic's POV. Just cuz.
Enjoy! XP
3AM
The gentle pitter-patter of rain tapping against the window invented a delicate and soothing melody that should have soothed me back to sleep. However, sleep remained a distinct impossibility in the present circumstances.
Somehow, my right arm was not numb, though she had slept on it the entire night. Or, at least, I thought she'd slept. Perhaps that was not the case. Either way, she was and had been awake long before I had even begun to emerge from the depths of deep R.E.M. sleep. I remained in the same motionless arrangement for at least twenty minutes before carefully turning onto my right side and sliding my left arm over her, cautiously moving my right hand to meet the left and lock around her, allowing her the knowledge that I was awake as well. Her left ear, the one that was not pressed in the pillow, slowly folded back in slight submission, an extremely odd expression for such a being, as I pulled her closer, against me, and placed my chin on her shoulder.
"Good morning, angel." I muttered softly, getting a look at the muffled semi-light as it strode through the curtains in a pre-dawn photoarray of abnormality. Rarely did I ever awaken before sunrise…
"Morning…" She replied in a whisper, barely heard over the liquid sunshine peppering the glass. In that singular word, I could immediately discern that something was out of place.
"Hey angel… what's going on…?" I gently nuzzled her cheek, comfortingly, struggling to recall every remedy for bad dreams I had previously used. A distraction was always best, since she instantly became defensive at the notion of attempted intrusions into the enigma of her mind. Pokes and prods never settled well with her, and the instant one drove her to the point where she divulged the wanted information, the phrase "ignorance is bliss" comes immediately to mind. It was simply better not to ask. If she had a desire to allow a person to know, she would speak.
"Nothing." She implored modestly, her shoulders tensing.
"Pretty bad nightmares, maybe?"
"Yeah." She admitted grudgingly, to which I answered by pulling her tighter still to me, careful of her wings, knowing good and well that the kind of incubus she experienced could not be dissolved with a mere embrace. Strange how a mere separation of hours could completely diffuse and figment of happiness.
"Can I get anything for you?" I offered, trying to remain pleasant, though I was slowly becoming further disheartened by the increasing influx of these bad dreams… Then again, maybe there were no bad dreams… I tried to remember the last night, wondering if the source of the silence was not her mind… but me. If this was my hint that I had committed a transgression, boy, was I slow on the uptake.
"No." She answered, sighing almost inaudibly. Funny… At 3:00 AM, we'd seemed alright. Like never better as our unbreakable connection shifted through the shadows of night. Now that the light was returning… it seemed the night left with the time where everything was right. The day merely cast a radiance that unveiled everything faulty, though the bottom line was that I loved her so.
Had I done something wrong?
Almost instantly, my answer came in the form of a position-change. She rolled onto her left side and promptly buried her face in my fur, trembling ever-so-slightly in a moment of lacking strength, of fragility. Relieved, I entwined my fingers in her quills, firm but gently, strong but receptive, and remained there as the light began to fade before the eminence of the storm.