A sweet hum was whistled between abundant lips, eyes fluttering into a slight curve resembling a somewhat smile. Slender digits ran their way through strands of loosely held back rose hair, a single digit tapping a rhythm out against the wooden table. If anything were to be a guilty pleasure it would be Lightning's satisfaction and enjoyment for the gentle sigh of acoustic records. Oddly shaped circular frames nestled against her ear, nothing but the muffled murmur of music notes Lightning, herself, couldn't hear being sung.
The hands of the clock had long ago ticked past 12AM, the soldier's alarm soon to ring in approximately 4 hours. Wrapping the portable electronic into her arms, the pinkette gently rolled into her cotton sheets. The fabric caressing her pale coated skin and sweeping against the slight pinch of her rose cheek. Steady breaths were released from her lungs, the flush of her lips flickering against her salivated tongue.
And we drive to the center of it, where we know we're all fine and this just can't be it.
Heavily brushed lids fought against sleep, abiding into a rhythm of falling over her sky dipped optics and flickering open to be greeted with her dusted vision.
And in the end we all know that we only breathe for so long. So tonight's the night, we all roll along.
The beating of the drums lay heavy within the soldier's ears, breathing heavy as she remained- without a twitch -curled within the fort of blankets that battled to cuddle her. No discomfort seemed to wash over her as she rested there peacefully, for one of the few times of her life, with padding warming her hearing with all sorts of melodies.
Adding up all the days spent wasted, chasing the girls we hated. Some things they, they never change.
"Sunshine, I got us somethin'-" The pulsian creeked the door close, a playful grin plastered upon her face as she studied the dormant figure in her bed. She gave way to a gentle whistle, chuckling slightly as she stepped toward the resigned warrior. "Well, why don't ya' look at that~ She's actually sleepin'." Fang placed a gentle peck against Lightning's cheek, observing the way the pinkette's chest rose and fell in one sweet and simple movement. The brim of silver from her necklace popping out of the sweater that lay tightly knitted upon her skin. "S'not everyday yer' get ta' see the guard at rest." Persian brushed optics curved into a smile, accompanying the one upon the pulsian's lips that she had already gave way to.
Take me back to the sleepless nights, the stupid fights. And oh, it never mattered who was wrong or who was right. And now you're all a part of me.
Lean digits reached out to brush against the fuchsia hair that created a nest for the uncomfortable musical electronic. Peeling the headphones off gently, Fang lowered herself to rest her forehead upon Lightning's. Her breath in rhythm with her partner's. She pressed her lips up against the soldier's, receiving neither a flinch or glance.
We're alive and we drive to the center of it, where we know we're all fine and this just can't be it. And in the end we all know that we only breathe for so long. So tonight's the night,
She shifted her finger onto the pause button, allowing the slit of a yawn to rumble through her before carefully wrapping herself alongside her partner. "Goodnight, sunshine."
We all roll along.