hello hello everyone :) i realize that i forgot to thank everyone who reviewed my now second to last chapter, so thank you! :) i do still read my reviews, and i love getting them even if you've reviewed before, especially if you've reviewed before. so anywho i was doodling the other day and kinda drew this and decided it would be cute...idk. and i did it in Pierce's point of view because...well again i don't know. enjoy!
disclaimer: i don't own the night world or any of it's tragically brilliant characters, but i do own to idea so that's something, right?
and Jez is 16 which means Morgead is obviously 17
No One Will Notice
It was half-way through the movie, and Pierce was very, very bored. He guessed he wasn't the only one, but it was late at night and the gang was full from feeding, and so everyone sat with their eyes glazed over staring at the small television set belonged to Morgead.
Pierce shifted again in his spot. Raven was reclined in the ratty old armchair to the left of him, and the slight form of Thistle lay curled at her feet. He believed her to be asleep. To his right sat Jez, Val, and Morgead, respectively, on the futon. Both Jez and Morgead had their arms draped over the back of the couch, and Val slouched between them with his large arms crossed while his head bobbed sleepily.
Pierce perched most uncomfortably on the arm of the futon, right next to Jez. He felt that he too would have been asleep if not for his bitterly uncomfortable seating arrangement.
As it was, Pierce's constant shifting was pressing on his full bladder, and he could stand it no longer.
Jez's sleepy eyes flickered towards him as he slithered from the arm rest and padded towards the bathroom.
Finishing up in the dim room, Pierce made his way back to the living room, thinking that he might ask Jez to shove over so he could relieve his backside of the dull pain that had set in.
The TV flickered dimly from the far side of the futon as Pierce returned, casting odd shadows and bathing the room with a strange blue-yellow light. This was perhaps the reason that Pierce did not immediately recognize what was strung across the back of the futon. Something long and pale and limp looking.
But as he glided closer, Pierce realized that the thing he was gazing intently at was in fact, two somethings. And those things were each attached to a person.
Pierce stared coolly at Jez and Morgead's intertwined fingers. It was just her pinkie and his outermost two, twisted so that they supported each other equally where they met almost directly below Val's head, where they must have thought no one would notice.
But Pierce noticed. And Pierce was very nearly disgusted with their loathsome and tedious denial. Competitive aggravation by day, and deep, burning glances by night, Pierce wondered whether the pair would ever, ever slide past where they were now to where they were meant to be.
It was a shame, but when it did happen – if it did happen – he probably wouldn't still be around to see it.
thanks for reading and sorry (but not really) if it's shorter than you were hoping, but i hope you enjoyed it anyway. review your thoughts! tooteloo or however you spell that!