Drabble

Jan 21, 2009 22:56

Player: elektra3
Subject: Iris, Dahlia
Table: B
Prompt: Shield


Dahlia’s feet are cold against her shin, but Iris huddles closer, drawing the covers even more tightly around them.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, a little.” It doesn’t occur to her to deny it; she’s never been good at lying, and she’s even worse at lying to her sister. Dahlia always knows, somehow.

“That’s stupid.” It’s too dark to see, but she can imagine her sister’s face, confident in its disdain, as if daring the world to contradict her. “They’re nuns. What’re they going to do, pray you to death? You’ll be fine.”

“Y-Yes, but - ” Dahlia’s right, of course; whatever’s at the temple can’t be all that terrible. But there’s something incomprehensible about the thought of being apart; of sleeping without someone to laugh at the next day’s fears.

She doesn’t say any of that out loud, but Dahlia seems to already know what she’s thinking, and pulls her closer. “You’ll be fine,” she says again, sounding exasperated, almost fond. “I don’t let anyone wreck my things.”

drabble, table b, author: elektra3

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