BEYOND THE RIFT: Just a Little Less Alone
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find_rightbrainTitle: Just a Little Less Alone
Characters/Pairing: Becky/Annie, mention of Gene and Romana
Word Count: 566
Rating: PG
Summary: Angels and demons don't mix, except when they do.
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meritinabox prompt #29, an enemy loved, and the (very) late prompt for April 9 at itsproductivity, "you're asleep - you're not at home".
Disclaimer: Annie is mine. Becky belongs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starletfallen. beyondtherift eats your brain.
It's not easy, sleeping in a room with a goddamn lion guarding the door. Sure, it's a lion with a person inside, and sure, Annie can turn into a dragon, but it's still nervewracking. It would probably be a lot less so if he were protecting them from something, rather than protecting Becky from Annie.
Annie insists on taking the side of the bed farthest from the door, with Becky between her and Gene or whatever his name is. The lion. She can still hear him breathing, but as long as she doesn't have to see that there's a giant cat who might decide to eat her over there, she can pretend.
The bed's more than big enough for the two of them, but they curl together like children in flannel pajamas, Becky's arm around Annie's waist, Annie's head tucked under her chin, one mottled wing stretching over both of them - almost too warm, but Annie's not about to protest. the puppy curls up at the back of her knees and promptly falls asleep, utterly unphased by the lion.
She relaxes, slowly. Just before she falls asleep, her own wings emerge, glossy black and small compared to Becky's, and she folds them against her back with a slight, pained grimace before burrowing her face into Becky's neck and dropping off to sleep.
*
Annie hasn't been a human since before the elevator exploded. She can't make herself turn back into a human, too full of fear and anger and possessiveness and... well, emotions in general. It wouldn't bother her as much as it does, except that she would very much like to give her hollow-eyed shadow of an angel a hug.
She stays with Becky, a two-inch-long golden dragon curled around the back of her neck, or between her breasts, or draped over her shoulder. Somehow, no one thinks to question it.
Becky doesn't sleep a lot anymore. She doesn't do a lot of things anymore. Talk much. Laugh. Smile. Occasionally she traps Annie under teacups - or did, until convinced Annie really wouldn't follow her - and leaves the hotel, and comes back with human blood on her. Not like Annie's going to hold that against her, but she'd have liked to come along.
Annie purrs sometimes, curled in a tight, scaled ball in the hollow of Becky's shoulder above her collarbone, when Becky's lying on the bed. Somehow, every time, Becky falls asleep, and sleeps dreamlessly.
*
Annie hasn't stopped shaking since she first saw Romana. It's been hours now, and she's still trembling against Becky's chest. Becky pulls her carefully out of her shirt and cups her in her hands, running a finger down her spine and singing softly to her, curled up at the head of her bed with her hands close to her chest.
Annie falls asleep eventually, and Becky does too, in a tight ball with the dragon still cradled against her.
When she wakes, Annie's human again, naked and with her wings out and folded to her back. She and Becky lie in a tangle of limbs, more than a little awkward. Annie considers getting up. Considers putting on some clothes. Considers turning into a dragon again. And eventually decides against it all, shifts into a more comfortable position against Becky, and goes back to sleep.
Characters/Pairing: Becky/Annie, mention of Gene and Romana
Word Count: 566
Rating: PG
Summary: Angels and demons don't mix, except when they do.
Notes: Written for
meritinabox prompt #29, an enemy loved, and the (very) late prompt for April 9 at itsproductivity, "you're asleep - you're not at home".Disclaimer: Annie is mine. Becky belongs to
starletfallen. beyondtherift eats your brain.It's not easy, sleeping in a room with a goddamn lion guarding the door. Sure, it's a lion with a person inside, and sure, Annie can turn into a dragon, but it's still nervewracking. It would probably be a lot less so if he were protecting them from something, rather than protecting Becky from Annie.
Annie insists on taking the side of the bed farthest from the door, with Becky between her and Gene or whatever his name is. The lion. She can still hear him breathing, but as long as she doesn't have to see that there's a giant cat who might decide to eat her over there, she can pretend.
The bed's more than big enough for the two of them, but they curl together like children in flannel pajamas, Becky's arm around Annie's waist, Annie's head tucked under her chin, one mottled wing stretching over both of them - almost too warm, but Annie's not about to protest. the puppy curls up at the back of her knees and promptly falls asleep, utterly unphased by the lion.
She relaxes, slowly. Just before she falls asleep, her own wings emerge, glossy black and small compared to Becky's, and she folds them against her back with a slight, pained grimace before burrowing her face into Becky's neck and dropping off to sleep.
Annie hasn't been a human since before the elevator exploded. She can't make herself turn back into a human, too full of fear and anger and possessiveness and... well, emotions in general. It wouldn't bother her as much as it does, except that she would very much like to give her hollow-eyed shadow of an angel a hug.
She stays with Becky, a two-inch-long golden dragon curled around the back of her neck, or between her breasts, or draped over her shoulder. Somehow, no one thinks to question it.
Becky doesn't sleep a lot anymore. She doesn't do a lot of things anymore. Talk much. Laugh. Smile. Occasionally she traps Annie under teacups - or did, until convinced Annie really wouldn't follow her - and leaves the hotel, and comes back with human blood on her. Not like Annie's going to hold that against her, but she'd have liked to come along.
Annie purrs sometimes, curled in a tight, scaled ball in the hollow of Becky's shoulder above her collarbone, when Becky's lying on the bed. Somehow, every time, Becky falls asleep, and sleeps dreamlessly.
Annie hasn't stopped shaking since she first saw Romana. It's been hours now, and she's still trembling against Becky's chest. Becky pulls her carefully out of her shirt and cups her in her hands, running a finger down her spine and singing softly to her, curled up at the head of her bed with her hands close to her chest.
Annie falls asleep eventually, and Becky does too, in a tight ball with the dragon still cradled against her.
When she wakes, Annie's human again, naked and with her wings out and folded to her back. She and Becky lie in a tangle of limbs, more than a little awkward. Annie considers getting up. Considers putting on some clothes. Considers turning into a dragon again. And eventually decides against it all, shifts into a more comfortable position against Becky, and goes back to sleep.