The sun had started to go down, all of the other towers in the city rushing up cosmos colors between each other's shadows.
So. He'd been there a whole day. All those hours, wasted away as the sheets devoured him.
Kitto pulled them close around himself, huddling there until he was only eyes and his nose against the window. He watched the sunset down to all its shifting nuances. The non-smell of the glass left a comfort he could almost taste. And he thought- it just might come to pass that all his troubles...
He bit his lip not to sigh.
The door to his room swung open and he heard footsteps.
No voices- only people, there behind his shadow once the latch had set.
Since he'd claimed all of the covers, there wasn't anything left for another body to disturb that way. The particular lines of the mattress where he'd stranded himself fanned into other weights. More than that though- soft breathing and rustle of unfamiliar clothing.
Nobody talked. They just. They were. Right out of space of his touch, but drawing in closer as the shadows bled on ouside, strands of purple between the bright yellow and peach that threw still more rifts across the streets.
"Hey," Zephyr said after... what was either too long or not long enough. "You did fine yesterday. Yknow that, right?"
"Anyway, no one's upset with you," Roa added.
Kitto breathed against the glass. He /wouldn't/ sigh.
"We get why you're not happy, I mean..."
"But, you don't need to think it's for the best if you stay here. It's really not."
"Ooh, good one."
No answer from her for that, but Kitto hit his lips that time.
All of what had happened, if only especially the bodies he'd left behind, had so far from what he'd wanted, from what they needed that last sun out summer winking out before them...
Roa leaned over. Her hair brushed his window pane. She moved so slowly from there, she could have been one of those deep lines welling on the street. Careful though it struck him, her kiss still made him race inside.
Zephyr on the other hand nosed in and pecked him on the other cheek.
They left him not long after.
Kitto rubbed the covers up over his ever so faintly damp cheeks and waited for the sun to go down at last.
A little while after that, he went out in search of dinner.
Maybe a game of Othello of nobody really did mind.
Kiss: Chaste
So. He'd been there a whole day. All those hours, wasted away as the sheets devoured him.
Kitto pulled them close around himself, huddling there until he was only eyes and his nose against the window. He watched the sunset down to all its shifting nuances. The non-smell of the glass left a comfort he could almost taste. And he thought- it just might come to pass that all his troubles...
He bit his lip not to sigh.
The door to his room swung open and he heard footsteps.
No voices- only people, there behind his shadow once the latch had set.
Since he'd claimed all of the covers, there wasn't anything left for another body to disturb that way. The particular lines of the mattress where he'd stranded himself fanned into other weights. More than that though- soft breathing and rustle of unfamiliar clothing.
Nobody talked. They just. They were. Right out of space of his touch, but drawing in closer as the shadows bled on ouside, strands of purple between the bright yellow and peach that threw still more rifts across the streets.
"Hey," Zephyr said after... what was either too long or not long enough. "You did fine yesterday. Yknow that, right?"
"Anyway, no one's upset with you," Roa added.
Kitto breathed against the glass. He /wouldn't/ sigh.
"We get why you're not happy, I mean..."
"But, you don't need to think it's for the best if you stay here. It's really not."
"Ooh, good one."
No answer from her for that, but Kitto hit his lips that time.
All of what had happened, if only especially the bodies he'd left behind, had so far from what he'd wanted, from what they needed that last sun out summer winking out before them...
Roa leaned over. Her hair brushed his window pane. She moved so slowly from there, she could have been one of those deep lines welling on the street. Careful though it struck him, her kiss still made him race inside.
Zephyr on the other hand nosed in and pecked him on the other cheek.
They left him not long after.
Kitto rubbed the covers up over his ever so faintly damp cheeks and waited for the sun to go down at last.
A little while after that, he went out in search of dinner.
Maybe a game of Othello of nobody really did mind.