prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.05
notes: I'll try to post one daily. (Yeah, let's just see how long that lasts)
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/dreams
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She talks in her sleep.
—and he likes to listen, eyes burning brightbrightbright, as he sits on her windowsill in the breeze of the night. The moon is up high, and when he's not watching her, he stares and stares at the darkdark sky and counts the stars.
(He tries to forget that she would probably disapprove of this, if she were awake,
but he stays anyway.)
It's late, and he should sleep, but nightmares and dreams aren't very fun for him. And when he dreams, they're of her anyway—so why not just see the real her?
No dream can compare.
And he hears her mumble incoherently, burying half her face in the heart of the pillow. This brings about a fit of snickers, stifled carefully with his muffler. And he smiles and smiles like he just heard a secret,
and is itching to tell.
But when she murmurs a name—his name—his heart takes a leap, and he finds himself almost falling from his adventurous seat. His name is uttered again, and this time, those prettypretty eyes are open and shining and staring back at him.
(He's somewhat relieved that she hasn't started screaming yet.)
"Did you have a nice dream?"
He smiles and rests his chin in his hand. She nods and yawns, and attempts to fix her messy hair—but he thinks it looks kind of perfect anyway.
"What was it about?"
Lucy smiles and leans against the windowsill beside him.
"You."
And then they count the stars together.
(He makes a mental note to do this more often.
—maybe everyday.)
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notes: Wowthisisshort. (Also, can I ask you guys what your favorite line is? Thanks!)