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closed ❅ there were monsters beneath our bed.
Who: snowflake elsa & behemoth gladio.
Where: gladio's house.
When: july 5.
What: on top of everything, elsa's remembered something tragic and seeks some solace.
Warnings: death talk, grossness, more-than-friends stuff.
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[ there is comfort to be found in routine and elsa has known this for a while. but when the routine isn't really what she has done for years and she can't remember what her real day-to-day was like, needless to say she feels rudderless in the water. but that is only the tip of the iceberg.
at least – at the very least – jyn has made a miraculous recovery after the attacks. though they have not known each other for very long, elsa has quickly come to care for her roommate and living in that empty space by herself did not suit her at all. nothing has helped her processed all that has transpired and elsa has not done much to deal with it other than letting the information sink in, listening in on conversations, reading over some of the posts online. it doesn't make it seem any more tangible.
magic, she believes, is something she must know but this goes beyond her realm of understanding, the science too advanced.
she barely sleeps after a day of attempting to help clean up, listening to others speak without responding much herself, internalizing her thoughts as she usually does. it's at night that it manifests in colder room temperatures ( that she tries to keep contained to her bedroom alone ). sometimes she'll care for the still nameless bunny they adopted, petting his long brown fur, and sometimes she'll simply putter about the house or read with a flashlight beneath her covers like she might have done as a child.
a chlid growing up here anyway.
but in the dead of the night, she opens her eyes to find herself crying, tears running down the sides of her face with her lips twitching uncomfortably into a frown.
no. oh no.
her steps are light as she wordlessly opens the door of the house to get to her bicycle, matching pajama shorts and buttoned top still on, and pedals her way to the first place she thinks of. elsa barely takes a moment to gather herself, her cheeks still damp as she lightly rings gladio's doorbell. the bike rests against the side of the house and she waits for him to open the door. it is unlike her, acting so impulsively, but she'll cling for a moment to those false memories and hopes ( no, she knows ) he won't mind that she has in this instance.
the only difference, really, is that this time she's brought a bit of snow. ]
Where: gladio's house.
When: july 5.
What: on top of everything, elsa's remembered something tragic and seeks some solace.
Warnings: death talk, grossness, more-than-friends stuff.
[Closed]
[ there is comfort to be found in routine and elsa has known this for a while. but when the routine isn't really what she has done for years and she can't remember what her real day-to-day was like, needless to say she feels rudderless in the water. but that is only the tip of the iceberg.
at least – at the very least – jyn has made a miraculous recovery after the attacks. though they have not known each other for very long, elsa has quickly come to care for her roommate and living in that empty space by herself did not suit her at all. nothing has helped her processed all that has transpired and elsa has not done much to deal with it other than letting the information sink in, listening in on conversations, reading over some of the posts online. it doesn't make it seem any more tangible.
magic, she believes, is something she must know but this goes beyond her realm of understanding, the science too advanced.
she barely sleeps after a day of attempting to help clean up, listening to others speak without responding much herself, internalizing her thoughts as she usually does. it's at night that it manifests in colder room temperatures ( that she tries to keep contained to her bedroom alone ). sometimes she'll care for the still nameless bunny they adopted, petting his long brown fur, and sometimes she'll simply putter about the house or read with a flashlight beneath her covers like she might have done as a child.
a chlid growing up here anyway.
but in the dead of the night, she opens her eyes to find herself crying, tears running down the sides of her face with her lips twitching uncomfortably into a frown.
no. oh no.
her steps are light as she wordlessly opens the door of the house to get to her bicycle, matching pajama shorts and buttoned top still on, and pedals her way to the first place she thinks of. elsa barely takes a moment to gather herself, her cheeks still damp as she lightly rings gladio's doorbell. the bike rests against the side of the house and she waits for him to open the door. it is unlike her, acting so impulsively, but she'll cling for a moment to those false memories and hopes ( no, she knows ) he won't mind that she has in this instance.
the only difference, really, is that this time she's brought a bit of snow. ]
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this feels exactly how it should be, being scooped up into his arms as if she weighs nothing, holding him close to her as he makes his way towards his bedroom. it is almost second nature, letting her guard down around him to the point where she can fall asleep in his arms and allow his quiet rumbles both soothe her and wake her up in the morning. ( when she manages to sleep in later than him, but that is a topic we are saving for another day. ) ]
I always sleep better with you around.
[ with one kiss to gladio's cheek, she leans in to nestle her face against his neck, smiling against warm skin, a wide curve that she is sure he will be able to feel because he knows her inside and out. she sleeps better because it feels like home, anywhere she is with him. maybe this is not her birth home, but it is a home that is every bit as important as wherever she truly came from. ]
I'm glad I came here instead of staying up all night by myself.