Princess Tutu (c) Hal 2002, ADV, etc. This drabble is written for
fun.
Here With Me
by Fushigi Kismet
He huddles underneath the blanket, his eyes wild and unseeing.
"Shhh," Fakir murmurs, "there's nothing to be frightened of."
"Yes," Mytho says slowly, looking up at him. "Because you're here with me."
Fakir smiles self-deprecatingly. "Yes, because I'm here with you."
"Stay with me tonight," Mytho commands desperately, a child afraid of the terror the night holds.
"All right," Fakir says and settles on the bed next to Mytho, gently pushing him to lie down as he does so.
When Fakir's breathing has slowed, Mytho pulls his arm around him and looks up at the sleeping face beside him with wonderment. Is this, he thinks, a feeling?
Here With Me
by Fushigi Kismet
He huddles underneath the blanket, his eyes wild and unseeing.
"Shhh," Fakir murmurs, "there's nothing to be frightened of."
"Yes," Mytho says slowly, looking up at him. "Because you're here with me."
Fakir smiles self-deprecatingly. "Yes, because I'm here with you."
"Stay with me tonight," Mytho commands desperately, a child afraid of the terror the night holds.
"All right," Fakir says and settles on the bed next to Mytho, gently pushing him to lie down as he does so.
When Fakir's breathing has slowed, Mytho pulls his arm around him and looks up at the sleeping face beside him with wonderment. Is this, he thinks, a feeling?