wondering just who I might be
Characters: Kurayami (paintitgray) and Koi (floating_bamboo)
Date/Time: May 24th, very early in the morning
Location: The branches of Level One
Rating: G
Summary: Kurayami can't sleep. Koi is even more of company than misery. Funny how things work out sometimes.
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Moonlight made the drab walls of the temporary housing look patterned with gray and silver. Kurayami blinked blearily and threw an arm over her eyes, trying to blot out the world around her. The soft sound of other newborns' drowsy breathing around her seemed unnaturally loud, rasping at her ears, and the roots of her feathers itched with it.
Why couldn't she sleep? She hadn't slept properly since...well, she'd never slept properly. Not since she could remember. Somewhere in her gut, there was buried a tattered remnant of sense of having known deep, peaceful sleep once, but even that felt very long ago and far away. Dark shadows were starting to develop under her eyes.
Dark shadows, and an overwhelming sense of waiting. Some ominous other shoe, forgotten completely, that still felt like it ought to be dropping any moment.
Rolling over, Kurayami punched her sad little excuse for a pillow, then tried to bury her face in it. There wasn't enough of it to bury anything in. She let out a weary sigh, muffled by the cheap fabric, and sat up on her elbows.
A whisper of cool breeze wafted through the room, stirring her tangled hair. Kurayami swiped a sleeve across her bleary eyes and debated with herself for a moment. Deciding didn't take long. She awkwardly clambered to her feet, tucked one of Qǐ's colorful notebooks and a pen under her arm and made her quiet way out into the hallway, careful not to disturb the peaceful sleepers on the other beds.
The door was slightly ajar. She left it that way, unsure how loudly it would bang if she closed it, and padded out barefoot into the branches of the Tree.
The cherry blossoms clustered everywhere, pale pink bleached and gilded with silver in the moonlight. Fresh night air swirled around her, deliciously cool and spangled with the occasional dancing petal, lifting her hair in dark strands and fluttering the feathers of her wings. Kurayami sighed with relief and struck out along the first branch that looked promising.
If she couldn't sleep, she could think of few better ways to rest her eyes than this.
Date/Time: May 24th, very early in the morning
Location: The branches of Level One
Rating: G
Summary: Kurayami can't sleep. Koi is even more of company than misery. Funny how things work out sometimes.
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Moonlight made the drab walls of the temporary housing look patterned with gray and silver. Kurayami blinked blearily and threw an arm over her eyes, trying to blot out the world around her. The soft sound of other newborns' drowsy breathing around her seemed unnaturally loud, rasping at her ears, and the roots of her feathers itched with it.
Why couldn't she sleep? She hadn't slept properly since...well, she'd never slept properly. Not since she could remember. Somewhere in her gut, there was buried a tattered remnant of sense of having known deep, peaceful sleep once, but even that felt very long ago and far away. Dark shadows were starting to develop under her eyes.
Dark shadows, and an overwhelming sense of waiting. Some ominous other shoe, forgotten completely, that still felt like it ought to be dropping any moment.
Rolling over, Kurayami punched her sad little excuse for a pillow, then tried to bury her face in it. There wasn't enough of it to bury anything in. She let out a weary sigh, muffled by the cheap fabric, and sat up on her elbows.
A whisper of cool breeze wafted through the room, stirring her tangled hair. Kurayami swiped a sleeve across her bleary eyes and debated with herself for a moment. Deciding didn't take long. She awkwardly clambered to her feet, tucked one of Qǐ's colorful notebooks and a pen under her arm and made her quiet way out into the hallway, careful not to disturb the peaceful sleepers on the other beds.
The door was slightly ajar. She left it that way, unsure how loudly it would bang if she closed it, and padded out barefoot into the branches of the Tree.
The cherry blossoms clustered everywhere, pale pink bleached and gilded with silver in the moonlight. Fresh night air swirled around her, deliciously cool and spangled with the occasional dancing petal, lifting her hair in dark strands and fluttering the feathers of her wings. Kurayami sighed with relief and struck out along the first branch that looked promising.
If she couldn't sleep, she could think of few better ways to rest her eyes than this.