Written for Shipping Week
Prompt: no prompt today
Pairing: Siffrin/Isabeau

Written for The Never Ending Prompt Compendium
Prompt 36: Write about trying on clothes

You finally did it. The nightmares and pain are starting to fade, though you aren't even sure how you made it out alive this time. You don't know how many months have passed, but somehow, after a very long and difficult journey, you finally escaped the endless cycle of loops.

Congratulations! You are now free to move about the stage and do as you please.

So... what do you do now?

Your wish was to wear clothes that Isabeau made. It sounds like such a wonderful idea, but you're so exhausted you don't even have the strength to stand up right now. You sleepily joke about wanting to lie Dormont for a while (haha, dormant, or maybe doormat as you collapse at the building's entrance, falling flat on your face as usual). This time Isabeau's touch barely registers in your tired mind, a strong pair of hands lifting you onto your feet, helping to guide you past the threshold.

Gradually, your body begins to adjust to the normal rhythm of the day and night cycle it was accustomed to prior to entering the loops. However, you're still very tired one morning when a gentle knock at the door rouses you from your slumber.

You, groggily aware of the noises coming from down the hall, manage to slip out from under the covers and open the door. Isabeau is there, a sketchbook tucked under his arm, filled with drawings and designs he's been working on. He's smiling at you. And... is that a cardboard box he's carrying?

"I had some time to think while you've been recovering from our adventure," he says, grinning at you in the pale sunlight. "And I came up with some new designs, inspired by the stars you spoke of."

You cover your mouth and yawn, standing there in your faded and patched nightshirt, listening to him talk about clothes. Wait, did he just say that you inspired him to create something?

Curious, you step aside, allowing him to enter. When the box is placed in your hands, you're pleasantly surprised to see that it contains a new nightshirt. Though instead of a darkless shade like the one you're currently wearing, this new garment is pure lightless with a star pattern meticulously embroidered into the fabric. There's also a comfortable sleep robe, the material a contrasting shade of light with dark stars sewn into it.

You aren't sure what to say. It's... it's beautiful.

Your fingers trace the pattern of stars on the nightshirt, taking a moment to appreciate the amount of time and effort he put into making this for you. With trembling hands, you lift the nightshirt from the box, holding it up to the light. The lightless fabric shimmers slightly, as if it had captured the essence of the night itself. You slide it over your head, feeling the coolness of the material against your skin.

The sleep robe is next, and as you put it on, it feels as though you're being enveloped by the night sky. You wrap the softness around your body, the warmth spreading from the robe and mingling with the comfort of the nightshirt. Hmm, feels nice.

"Thank you, Isabeau," you murmur, your voice thick with sleep. "These are... incredible."

You couldn't help but feel a warmth in your chest as you looked at him. The journey through the loops had been isolating, a solitary battle against time itself. Yet, here was Isabeau, offering you comfort in the form of clothes he had crafted with his own two hands. It was a gesture that seemed to bridge the gap between the two of you, a silent declaration of friendship, and perhaps love as well. You're already starting to fall back asleep when his arms close around your fragile form.

You'll always remember this.