Theme: Silent Night
The room was still. It had been the uncharacteristic silence that woke him. The room was never still. Kurogane sat up and looked in the direction of the other bed, waiting for his eyes to adjust.
Fai was noisy when awake, so it came as no surprise that he did not sleep silently. The nature of the vocalizations has been the real shock. The first time a cry that was more mental pain than physical woke him, he'd leapt out of bed, sword in hand, ready to face the danger. The danger was of course non-existent, but it had taken several years to get used to the muffled sobs and screams. Now he didn't sleep well without them.
Fai's bed was empty, which was never a good sign. Kurogane padded downstairs, hoping he hadn't decided to venture out into the snowstorm.
Thankfully, Fai was seated on the couch, bathed in the light of the fire and decorated tree and staring out at the drifted windows.
"What are you doing, Mage?" Kurogane rubbed the back of his head and yawned.
"Couldn't sleep." Fai didn't look away from the window.
After a moment of waiting for an explanation he knew wasn't going to come, Kurogane scooped up the book he'd bought earlier and sat on the couch next to Fai. It wasn't like he was going to get to sleep any time soon without the background noise.
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Ah, a bit melancholy, sorry. More towards the idea that snow reminds Fai of Celes and brings back bad memories.