Here's another Sandy/Bambi chapter. Read and enjoy.
Sandy, after having finished with his dreams, pushed open the window to Bambi's room and floated inside only to find the room empty but he heard music coming from downstairs so he made his way towards the sound. Coming round the corner to the kitchen he saw her dancing around as she made herself some dinner. "Oh hey Sandy, glad you could make it. It's Italian night for dinner and I made some homemade lasagna and salad to go with it. Come join me before you head back out." She waved a hand towards the kitchen table as she got two plates out of the cupboard followed by forks, glasses and napkins setting them on the table.
Sandy offered to help and Bambi had him get the milk from the fridge, grabbing it he put it on the table between their plates then settled down in the chair opposite Bambi. "So how was your day?" Bambi asked as they started eating and Sandy gave her a thumbs up to tell her it was good. "Glad to hear it. Still fighting Pitch over who gets to control the children's dreams at night?" Sandy sighed with a nod.
"Hm well maybe you could talk to him, try to get him to understand there needs to be a balance as well as the other Guardians. You are the oldest Guardian after all and the younger ones need to learn to respect what you have to say."
Sandy nodded in agreement but knew the younger ones wouldn't listen because he didn't have a voice just his sand to talk with. Bambi pointed her fork at him, "Now you look here Sandy, don't you let those three take advantage of you just because you can't talk like they can. Being different is what makes you special and I hope you don't change for them or anyone else, I like you the way you are."
Sandy blushed at her words smiling at her telling her know he liked her the way she was as well and that he hoped she wouldn't change for anyone either. After dinner the two of them clean up the kitchen before moving into the living room where they settled on the couch. Noticing a photo album sitting on the table Sandy picked it up and began looking through it, Bambi joining him and telling him about each picture.
At the sight of a certain picture Bambi grinned, "You know when I was younger the doctors said I wouldn't live past eight years old but I proved them wrong by living to be thirty-one years old." Sandy blinked at her in amazement a question mark above his head. "Crazy, I know, but it's true. You know what I'm glad I proved them wrong because I got to meet you."
Sandy smiled at her then went back to looking through the photo album, pointing at pictures that caught his attention and Bambi would tell him the story behind it most of them making him laugh silently. As Sandy placed the photo album back on the table Bambi let out a yawn. "It's my bedtime, mind giving me a good dream tonight dear Sandman." She teasingly asked as she stood up to get ready for bed.
Sandy shrugged and waited downstairs until she called out to let him know he could come upstairs. As soon as she was asleep, Sandy having sprinkled a tiny amount of his dreamsand on her head, he stayed a few extra minutes just watching her fondly.