Disclaimer: The characters belongs to Hiro Mashima. These drabbles were written for Cannon Island Forum's challenge
Two little drabbles based in a color. Second one, as I promised
Slight angst, wasn't planned... I wanted a little fluff but you see
Sting woke up surrounded by darkness. He searched with his eyes the lacrima that was on day and night in his room and found out it was off. Probably he had forgotten to charge it.
Any other night the moonlight would be fully lighting the window, he had make sure of that when he chose his bedroom, but this time the moon was new and couldn't offer its pale comfort.
As he tried to calm down the anxiety boiling on his chest, he used his own magic to light up the room. However, his action only seemed to emphasize the black void around him and his own nerves betrayed him and made the light tremble. He couldn't bear it anymore and left his bedroom, closing the door behind him and trying to not wake up Lector.
Everything would be easier if he could stay in the corridor that was always illuminated, but that would lead to many questions that he couldn't nor wanted to answer. After all, he was part of the Fiore's strongest guild, Sabertooth, and they were there to make skies roar, to make earth boil and to make seas silent. Sabertooth didn't have space for cowards nor weaks.
The only good thing was that he had an option, even when he preferred to use it just as a last resort. There was at least one darkness that he knew and he didn't fear, and to it he set off his steps when he decided.
He opened the door slowly, trying to not make noise. It was dark inside but this blackness didn't scare him because it carried a scent that he knew very well. Once he was inside, he slid into the bed trying to not wake up the person sleeping there. He failed at that.
"Sting?" Asked him with a sleepy voice "What are you doing here?"
The blond didn't answer and instead, he curled up to the back that was facing him. Rogue waited a minute before he turned around and passed an arm over his hunched body.
"It's okay. You're safe here"
And yes, at least there and in that moment, he felt safe.
N/A: I love the irony of Sting being scared of darkness... Specially if he has his anti-fear personal pillow.