Pairing: Mwu/Murrue
Prompt: give us refuge in the shadow of your wings
When Murrue gets out of bed in the early morning, Mwu pretends he does not see spread wings in the shadows cast by her body. That would be indulgent to the point of inappropriateness.
The dawn light, of course, is simulated. It is the ship's polite way of pretending at natural lighting, at a proper day. Mwu is used to this. He has been used to the sacrifices of space for a while now.
But seeing Murrue rise in the morning, seeing the pale light spill off her body, he can't help but think of a new rhythm, realer even than trees and sky, set by her smiles and the shadows cast as she shrugs into a uniform she has transcended.