Well guess who is not dead afterall? :D
I'm back after a long ass period of writers block. Life is a mess and trying to find time to write is quite tricky, so excuse any typos or other mistakes. What's on the paper came straight from my dome so you might find an awkward sentence or two. No proofreading on this one, we die like men!
I just really wanted to contribute to the ROTG Hope Week event, ok? xD
Hope you can still enjoy it neverthe less
"Tooth it's 3 in the morning, what do you want?"
His sight is still a little blurry from the sleep. Bunnymund had been trying to fall asleep for hours and just when he finally had managed to sleep a little, he had felt a small hand shake his shoulder.
He had decided a long time ago to adopt more human-like sleeping patterns, which had absolutely wrecked his pookan sleeping cycle.
He still didn't need as much sleep as regular humans but it was a far cry from his centuries of staying awake and then sleep for years on end.
It helps when you finally get at least a yearly job to maintain.
Many of his kind would have looked down on him for that, but he had let go of trying to please the dead a long time ago.
It had taken him a while to grasp that concept when he first faced these changes: There was no shame in adapting and surviving.
With enough luck, it led to actually living.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" the wavering in her tone makes her voice feel so small when against the howling wind and the raging storm that brewed outside the Pole.
North had made them promise to spend Christmas with him so they thought it more convenient to simply stay at his place. He had enough space, anyways.
None of them had expected the blizzard, not even Jack – who swore up and down he had nothing to do with.
And despite the many blankets, his high body temperature, and the residual warmth from the fireplace where a fire had gone out about ten minutes ago, Bunnymund felt cold. It was coming from deep within him.
Despite finding friends, acceptance and a cause to give his life to…sometimes he still feels cold.
Despite the darkness, he can see her. There is uncertainty in her eyes, maybe a little hesitation, at least in the brief instant she looks at him before apparently finding the patterns on the wooden floor more fascinating. Her fingers are fidgeting, giving away so much.
They had been close friends for years: laughter, tears, comfort, and fights. They had gone through them all a thousand times together.
None of them could pinpoint exactly when it happened, but both knew something had changed. There had been a shift.
Bunny simply lifts the covers, his sensitive hearing picking up an almost inaudible sigh of relief from her.
The bed shifts little with he added weight.
She remains at the edge of the mattress, lying on her side and uncertain of what to do next. She wants to cuddle into him so bad, her mind trying to find a dozen excuses to scoot closer to him.
Bunny remains lying on his back and doesn't ask. Not that he would know what to ask.
They stare at each other for a moment in the darkness of the room, not knowing what to say. Despite the lack of light, she knows he can see her clearly.
Toothiana feels silly for her nervousness but she can't help it. They had laid side by side before, when sometimes watching the stars or telling stories near a warming fire. But now it felt different.
They were awkward around each other because they knew it felt different.
It felt like more.
Without thinking it further, her hand found his arm.
Bunny was surprised by the lack of the usual warmth she had.
She also felt cold.
With a sigh he shifts his arm so that his side is exposed. A silent invitation.
Soon enough, she's right beside him, burrowing into his side and resting her head in the crook of his neck.
Her heart feels like it's about to burst as his arms encircle her and, being this close, it's impossible for her to hide it. And neither can he hide his.
She feels a shiver run down her back, but this time is not because of the cold.
He starts to softly draw circles into her back, making her eyelids a little bit heavier.
Tooth rests her hand on his chest, just above his heart, committing each beat to memory.
It takes 32 heart beats for him to break the silence: "It's getting a little ridiculous, ain't it?"
Toothiana knows he's right.
They had been toeing this fine line for years, dancing around each other, and yet there's still something that drives them apart even when being his close.
She knew he was interested in her, and vice versa.
"What are we scared of exactly?"
He shrugged. "Maybe that things will change, or that it won't work out. Or maybe I'm scared of getting hurt."
She remains silent, pondering on what he said for a while before lifting her head to look at him. "Aster?"
"Hmm?"
Her hand travels to cup his cheek. "When the morning comes, I don't want things to go back to what they were before."
Her confession knocks the wind out of him.
For a moment, fears and reserves are silenced. His mind is no longer doing loops around the what ifs.
He comes to a resolve, finally succumbing to the unknown, and moves his face closer to her and gently allows his lips to touch hers.
The kiss is gentle, and slow, and loving. It takes her by surprise at first, but reciprocates him whole-heartedly.
Once they separate, he draws her closer to him, a contented smile on his face.
"Then I promise to be here when you wake up."
What do you think?
The most ironic thing is that I wrote a GoC sweettooth with a similar scenario that I never got around to posting here, but maybe in the future I will (?)
Hope you liked it and don't forget to leave a comment. It really helps me out and motivates me to keep writing
Stay safe and take care! :D