Memories of You

Written for Shipping Week on Morsmordre
Prompt: incongruous
Pairing: Siffrin/Isabeau

Disclaimer: In Stars and Time belongs to Adrienne Bazir (AKA insertdisc5). I own nothing that you recognize.


When did you decide that following the script doesn't matter anymore? Had you simply forgotten how to care, just like you'd forgotten about everything else? After countless loops, days and weeks passing in the blink of an eye, you had nearly forgotten yourself too. That is until the one person you cared about more than anyone else turned to you with a smile.

"Uh, you got something on your face there, Sif."

And that's how it began.

Sitting amongst your friends on the night before your battle with the King, you start devouring what could only be described as the world's largest tub of macaroni and cheese. You don't even touch the rest of the food, only the delicious pasta Isabeau provided for your journey.

Sure, it seemed out of place, incongruous with your surroundings as the others prepared to dig into the food Bonnie cooked for everyone. You look over and see Bonnie glaring at you, narrowing their eyes as you sit there stuffing your face with cheesy goodness.

"Frin, you brought a bowl of mac and cheese when I brought my own food and cooked it?!"

No comment. You don't really care right now. It's nice to just eat and relax for a moment, zoning out so you don't have to listen to what is happening around you.

Isabeau is sitting beside you, watching the scene and beaming with pride. He looks so happy to see his little buddy enjoying the food he made.

"Siffrin!" Louder this time, as Bonnie tries to get your attention. "Did you really bring a tub of mac and cheese?! And now you're eating it, even though I made an entire banquet of food for you!"

This time you finally snap out of it. Though by now your cheeks are so full of pasta and cheese sauce that you're starting to look like a hamster.

Isabeau covers his mouth to keep from laughing while you serenely munch your noodles. Feeling somewhat amused by his reaction, you poke your tongue out between your lips. You watch as he presses his fingers against his mouth, snorting and bursting into a fit of laughter.

Odile sighed dramatically. "Isabeau, kindly explain what is so humorous about our current situation."

"Well, you know, I saw Siffrin leaving the bakery with chocolate smeared all over his face. And he just kind of shrugged, saying that he was still hungry. I'm not really a cook or anything, but I uh..." Isabeau hesitated, his cheeks turning a dusky shade of grey. "I make a pretty good mac and cheese, if I do say so myself."

Maybe it doesn't matter that much, straying from the script, allowing yourself time to eat and finally get full. Tomorrow you will be facing the King with a belly full of macaroni and cheese, and you will die that way as well. But for now everything is fine. Just fine, perfectly fine as usual.