shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-20 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, fandom: dogs, pairing: naoto/nill |
DOGS, Nill/Naoto
Title: Something like a Birthday
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: DOGS
Pairing/characters: Nill, Naoto
Rating: PG13
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Naoto and Nill have something to celebrate.
Naoto tapped very gently on the window in the dead of the night, a package carried awkwardly under one arm.
You could have just come to the door, Nill said, or not-said but communicated with an inquisitive flick of her eyes when she ran over to heave the heavy glass up with effort.
Naoto smiled, a soft and wary curve of her mouth. “I didn’t want to wake up Bishop.” She whispered. “Did I wake you?”
Nill shook her head. She’d been waiting.
Naoto slipped into the room, feet landing cat-soft on the ground before she straightened and, slightly awkwardly, pushed the package at Nill. “Here. I got this—” A terse pause, and her eyes flicked to her hands and then Nill’s eyes. “For you.”
Fascinated, the other girl drew the package towards her, running fingers over bent cardboard. She glanced at her friend, a smile blooming sweetly, and then crossed to sit on her bed, folding her legs under her. Naoto followed after a moment and sat, curling her long cat-lithe body onto the faded bedspread and pulling her arms and sword tight to her knees.
The evening was quiet, the air velvet thick and midnight blue, hazy from the clouds that let only the haziest streamers of moonlight through. Keen hearing could pick up the sounds of a city—violence and lust and greed wrapped in one steel-shiny package—but Nill looked peaceful, ruffled from sleep in a delicately lace laden nightgown Bishop had no doubt provided.
The package gave easily under Nill’s fingers; the cake inside was squashed but edible, near-black chocolate with no icing or accoutrements. None of the plastic phrases available by rote had been suitable.
“It’s been a year since you came here. Bishop told me.” The words were awkward consolation in her mouth, and Nill’s face lit up, blue eyes nearly glowing.
It’s beautiful, she told Naoto in the lift of her head and softness of her smile. She cupped the other girl’s cheek, eyes soft and warm, and Naoto smiled back and shook out a napkin that spilled two forks and a knife onto the rumpled blankets. “I figured we could have a private celebration.”
Nill’s smile was nothing short of blinding; Naoto tasted her delight on the air.