“Whatever,” Senti clicks her tongue, and the crease in her brow fades with her pout. Hua bites back a chuckle - her protectiveness is endearing. Those red eyes follow her movements, and she slaps Hua’s hand away when Lixue starts to stir. “Sorry.” Hua raises herself, and with her other hand, she brushes Lixue’s hair, and watches the little girl cuddle closer to Senti’s side. But Hua pulls her hand back, and Senti whines in protest, before tangling their hands together instead. Her eyes flutter shut, as if falling back to sleep. Senti groans, cuddling against Hua’s palm, before furrowing her brows together.
Hua cups her cheek with her palm, and presses a soft kiss to her brow. She looks soft, the way the dawnlight glitters on her cheek and spins her hair to gold. Her hair is tangled and messy, runaway strands escaping her ponytail, and those sharp eyes are hazed over and dulled by sleep. “It’s me,” she whispers, and smiles at the way Senti looks while half-asleep. She should just get them a blanket, and let them sleep here until the morning.īut Senti stirs awake when she tries to tuck them in. It’s cold in the room, but it feels like a shame to wake them up now. The pages are ruffled and creased already Hua straightens the pages, before tucking it away to the side, and directing her gaze at the sleeping pair. It’s halfway open, stuck between a hand-colored bookmark and the pop-up image of a fantasy castle within a lavender-blue sky. She bends down, and gingerly takes the story book from Senti’s stomach. It can’t be very comfortable, sleeping on the couch, through the party outside and the cold wind knocking against the windows.
A story book lies on top of them like a blanket.īut the morning chill has already crept in, and Hua shivers, even through her clothes. Lixue is so small, cradled between Senti’s arms and the back of the sofa, and the way Senti holds her reminds Hua of a mother bird holding her young.
The sofa arm hid them, but they are highlighted by the falling moonlight, huddled together like peas in a pod. Hua bites back another sigh, and goes to turn it off. The television was left open all night, too. It’s messy in the living room, and she spies a box of spilled crayons by the corner. The pale light from the dusk swatches the wooden floor pink, stumbling across the crumpled papers littered across the ground, and scattering indigo shadows in its wake. The door creaks lightly as she steps into the house, and closes it behind her. Hopefully Senti and Lixue could sleep through all that ruckus. The streets are quiet, abuzz with crickets falling asleep, and the early stragglers and the remnants of a party strewn across the yard of a neighboring house. Hints of peach and gold peek from the horizon, slipping through the distant mountaintops and the horizon line in a few minutes, dawn will come, and in a few hours, she will have to go away to some other country again for work. Swathed in silver-lit clouds, the moon is near-setting when Hua finally manages to get home. Summary : fu hua and senti take care of lixue. herrscher of sentience x fu hua (& cheng lixue)
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