AN: Based on tumblr prompt: "Am I dead?"
A short and sweet little vignette. Enjoy!
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Erik woke to a light, lilting hum of a voice, soft and sweet as honey. He did not open his eyes just yet, if only to savor the sound as it reached his ears, note by note. Giving signs of life might stir the voice from its hypnotism.
But she must have noticed his breathing becoming erratic as he became conscious of the air around him, for her voice came to a rest before the faintest of touches graced his bare forehead. If he'd had the strength, he would have reached up to dash the hand away, but his limbs were laudenum thick. His eyelids, too, seemed too heavy to screw open, and when finally they did his vision was blurry with a wet layer of film.
What he could see beyond that layer was slight of a miracle.
A thousand rays of sunlight cascaded down around his face, tickling every nerve ending underneath his papery, transparent skin. And the sun which guided them seemed illuminated by more rays, as though the moon had joined the morning sky and helped dance prisms from smooth cheek to upturned nose. And a set of stars, oh so sweet and inviting, made up the twinkle in her eyes and the shine of her pearled teeth.
"Un ange…" he whispered, swallowing the dry block of tension in his shuddering throat. "Am I dead?"
The two brightest stars- her sapphire eyes- disappeared briefly into the creases of her eyelids. A haughty, exasperated roll, if there ever was one. Her dainty hand came up to her temple and she parted the sun rays like a Goddess, tucking her silken gold locks behind her ear.
Now the real sun came into view, and Erik winced at its blinding vision, though quickly she lifted her hand to block that pain as an umbrella, of sorts. Beyond the outline of her hand lay perfect, crisp blue.
A burst of air greeted the hole in which a nose never grew. He gave a loud sneeze, which jolted him upright from her lap so quickly that he let go of the wine bottle he'd been clutching in his hand and watched it as it frantically began its descent down the grassy knoll.
"You fell asleep, dummy."
He furiously rubbed at his face, the air still itching what little hair he had in his nostrils. "Did you just blow hot air into my hideous visage?"
His wife giggled at his side, pressing herself against him and resting folded hands on his nearest shoulder. That breath, playful and teasing moments before, was hot on his ear. "If it would make you stop snoring, I'll gladly do it again."
Christine's giggling turned into happy laughter as her husband rounded on her, finding the sides of her rib cage and sending wiggling fingers to poke and tickle. Both their voices rang out melodically, before suddenly they were silenced completely, only to be replaced by the comforting sounds of matrimonial bliss.
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-Rose