Disclaimer: I hereby relinquish my claim on the characters Andromeda and Bellatrix Black. (Never mind that I never had it in the first place.)
A/N: So, I found this scrawled in my notebook and thought it was sweet and affectionate, so I took the time to quickly type it out as it was and post it for you guys. Enjoy, yes?
Of Purple Skies
Two girls lie in the wheat field, lost in a sea of rustling, golden brown stalks. There is quiet, save for the occasional stir—courtesy of the wind—or munch of wheat. The two sisters relish in this moment of waning twilight that needs no verbal explication.
"I've been dreaming," the younger of the two says. She tucks a lock of her maple-colored hair behind her ear and bites her lip, anxious for her sister's response.
"And?" her other replies. She cracks open a lazy eye and casts her sister a sideways glance. "Doesn't everyone dream, Andy?"
Andy considers this for a moment, before shaking her head and refuting the claim. "Not like me, Bella."
They are silent again, for a moment, before Bella speaks.
"What do you dream about?" The wind toys with her black hair as she asks it.
"I dream of gorgeous orange sunsets and amber clouds... I dream of purple skies." She whispers it breathlessly, as if the thought enthralls and entices her.
"Well, that's a bit stupid, isn't it?" Bella says candidly, a note of derision light in her voice.
"I don't think so," Andy retorts, with all the naiveté of a child. "I mean—why?"
"Because everyone knows the sky is blue, Andy." It is said with all the knowledge and daunting superiority that a twelve year-old holds over a ten year-old, touched with solemn, infinite wisdom.
Andy mulls this over, searching hopefully for a sensible reply. "Have you ever seen the sky during a sunset?" she ventures, and waits apprehensively when her sister takes a moment to speak again.
"...No," Bella finally admits. "Does it matter, though?"
Andy throws her a crossed look. "Yes, yes it does!" she asserts. "Sun-drenched skies are the prettiest, most wonderful, most beautiful–"
"Alright, I get it. We'll stay to see the sunset."
There is nothing to this, nothing but the affectionate curling of a younger sister into her sibling's side as they wait for the sun to go down. They wait wordlessly in the whistling breeze, their chests rising and falling rhythmically in tune, for the promised sun-drenched skies.
It is night when they finally stir, and Andy is bleary with sleep. Bella takes her hand and leads her protectively back to their summer abode.
They endure only Mother and Father's concerned scolding and Cissy's innocent, questioning gaze before they are allowed to slip into their curtain-drawn bed. It is as they lie there, black and brown hair splayed and tangled magnificently against white satin pillows, that the silence is finally broken.
"Hey, Andy?"
There is the stir of covers before her sister responds.
"Yeah?" she yawns.
"I want to dream about purple skies, too."
Andy smiles and flicks her sister's nose playfully. "Then go to sleep, silly. I'm tired."
And so they slumber, peacefully and wistfully. They dream of amber clouds and golden wheat stalks, of browning fields and sun-drenched evenings.
They dream of purple skies.
A/N: Blargh, maybe that was a bit corny, but I liked it. Anywho, here's to hoping you enjoyed it, and to hoping you'll leave a review. Merry Christmas. :3