Sound
Requested by: x-Twilight-x
#37 of the 100 Writing Prompts
Disclaimer: I do not own "Vampire Knight"
It was the tinkling that woke her up.
Lazy and annoyed, she slowly opened her eyes. Though the small bedroom was darkened under the night's embrace, the silver moonlight washed against the edges and corners of the chest of drawers on the opposite wall, the bulbous curve of the golden door handle, the frame of the expansive mirror hanging on the wall between the two and the elegant, carved posts at the edge of the bed.
The white sheets were bunched tightly around her, twisting between her ankles and puffing out under her chin. She flung an arm out of her cocoon, feeling the warm – but disappointingly empty – depression next to her. Not too long ago, that depression had nestled a body. Slightly concerned, she roused herself awake enough to sit up, his names on her lips, a frown on her face.
There was that tinkling again.
It was the playful breeze that snuck into the room through the shudders, bringing with it the torturous aroma of sea salt, which alerted her to the situation. The window – a glass covered hole from floor to ceiling, framed in the same faded, crusted wood that ran throughout the suite – was wide open. The filmy periwinkle curtains rose and fell gently with each slight shift in the air. The five metallic cylinders of the wind chime brushed melodiously against one another.
If she twisted her head just a bit, she could see him sitting, balanced perfectly on the sloping tiles that covered the roof outside. One arm rested on a bent knee, the other leg sprawled downwards and hung just over the gutter. His hair was tussled on his head, a hand running through it slowly. She could hear the waves as they caressed the beach below, soundtrack to the rare moment.
"Rido..." she whispered "come back to bed..."
Her voice reaching his ears, he turned his head back towards the room. Still caught in fantasy, for a split second he thought he saw someone else sitting in the bed, her hair ruffled, sheets bunched around her. He waited for the moment to pass and for reality to come crashing back down on him. Another moments contemplation on the roof and he headed back to the sanctity of the bed.
"What were you thinking about?" she asked when he was back under the covers. She rested her dainty head back on the pillow and faced him. He had that mysterious look in his eyes again, the one that made him seem like an overly thick wall, impossible to penetrate.
"Nothing much" was his breathless response.
A/N: I over-romanticize Rido far too much.
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