Just a quick little installment!
Chapter 5: Sweet Dreams
I had made myself cozy on the couch in the other room of the suite. She had given me a spare pair of silky pajamas, a button up top and long pants. It was solid blanc with rose stitching, the buttons on the top where a slightly more luisant blanc. They were quite comfortable as well as lush.
I had decided to spend my time before she returned making my nails dull. I had found a nail file in my purse and decided it was best if I made them unable to hurt anyone again. I felt as if it was the most important thing for me to do that I could do. No one had any reason to hurt me and I had no reason to hurt them so I felt like I needed to make it harder for me to inflict bleeding.
Chariclo eventually came out to see me snuggled up on the couch without a pillow or blanket. Cats really don't need too much from a sleeping area so I felt fine. However, when she came out of the bathroom I felt a bit better for some reason. Her hair was in noir curlers and I found out her lips natural color was a very light rose. She wore her other pajamas which was a blanc silky night gown laced with noir. It looked quite similar to her day dress yet it had a quality to it that made it seem like sleepwear.
"Bonsoir Chariclo. Your face looks joli when not made up," I purred over at her.
"Uh, yes, bonsoir… Say, are you comfortable just like that?" she asked me shyly, possibly in shock from my remark.
"Oui, also I filed my nails, I can't hurt you anymore," I informed her as I held up a hand up.
"You didn't need to, but I can show you that my arm's much better," she smiled as she came over and turned her arm around to show that the scratches were healing normally.
"C'est incroyable, I am so glad. This really gives me tel allégement!" I exclaimed and looked up at her as I played with my fingers, trying to get used to the dull claws.
"I honestly think you got yourself over worked over a not-so-tiny-but-not-that-bad-scratch, or should I say scratches," she giggled a bit almost seeming completely void to the fact that her arm had three red lines from around the elbow to a bit above her wrist. "Well, I'm going to crash into bed now so have a nice sleep," she yawned as she went over into the bedroom part of the suite.
"Fais de beaux rêves," I said in a soft voice to her.
"Fais de beaux rêves…" she whispered back to me before complete silence was what remained of the room. As I lay there on the couch I just kept on thinking 'Merde, je suis en amour with Cupidon'.
No fluff here, it will come eventually though. I just feel as if I need to build up their relationship more before that.
luisant = shiny
bonsoir = good evening
joli = pretty
c'est incroyable = that's incredible
tel allégement = such relief
fais de beaux rêves = sweet dreams
Merde, je suis en amour with Cupidon = Damn, I'm in love with Cupid (damn can be translated to other things, but she means damn).