It's a bad dream, can't even close your eyes
Characters: Roswell/Max Evans ( yourealrightnow), Pinky/Sydney Drew ( sassyandpink). Open to Fred/Romana II (burntorangesky)
Date/Time: Midnight of September 30th (so, technically, October 1st).
Location: Roswell and Fred's house in Sector 3.
Rating: PG, most likely.
Summary: Roswell and Pinky meet to help get Pinky's bad dreams out of mind.
Roswell closed his journal with an almost inaudible thump. Wearing only the light green pants he had been given at his birth (the whole outfit now used only as pajamas), the barefoot hatchling shuffled his way softly out of his room and to the door of what was now both his and Fred's house. It truly was a comfort having someone to take up the space with him, knowing that there was another set of heartbeats beside his own, but it hadn't helped his sleep as much as he had hoped. Still, that was no reason to interupt her own. Careful to keep the noise down, he creaked the door open and took in the twilight's heat. It wasn't so hot as to make him sweat, but it was comfortable enough that he felt no reason to put on the ugly shirt that went with the raggy slacks.
Stepping out into the starlight, his sculpted physique almost completely hidden by the darkness of the night, he waited. For once, someone had actually taken him up on his offer. It felt right to help. It was the same reason he was on his, for the lack of a better word, mission. Or quest. Or whatever it was. Thinking on it brought his hand up to his neck where the obsidian ring no longer rested on its golden chain. Roswell hadn't thought it prudent to go flaunting the sign of his rebellion in public. Not even this late.
Date/Time: Midnight of September 30th (so, technically, October 1st).
Location: Roswell and Fred's house in Sector 3.
Rating: PG, most likely.
Summary: Roswell and Pinky meet to help get Pinky's bad dreams out of mind.
Roswell closed his journal with an almost inaudible thump. Wearing only the light green pants he had been given at his birth (the whole outfit now used only as pajamas), the barefoot hatchling shuffled his way softly out of his room and to the door of what was now both his and Fred's house. It truly was a comfort having someone to take up the space with him, knowing that there was another set of heartbeats beside his own, but it hadn't helped his sleep as much as he had hoped. Still, that was no reason to interupt her own. Careful to keep the noise down, he creaked the door open and took in the twilight's heat. It wasn't so hot as to make him sweat, but it was comfortable enough that he felt no reason to put on the ugly shirt that went with the raggy slacks.
Stepping out into the starlight, his sculpted physique almost completely hidden by the darkness of the night, he waited. For once, someone had actually taken him up on his offer. It felt right to help. It was the same reason he was on his, for the lack of a better word, mission. Or quest. Or whatever it was. Thinking on it brought his hand up to his neck where the obsidian ring no longer rested on its golden chain. Roswell hadn't thought it prudent to go flaunting the sign of his rebellion in public. Not even this late.