D'aijeen insisted on going to Vesper Bay to find accommodations, because she still had her heart set on a day at the beach with K'airos. Though she did not say so, it was also because it was further away from Ul'dah and everything that was there, even if very slightly, and that made her feel better. D'aijeen insisted on a small room with a single bed for them to share, because of frugality. Though she did not say so, it was also because she had plans concerning K'airos in bed, either with her sister's enthusiastic cooperation or with more convincing later, while they were falling asleep. D'aijeen insisted on bathing together, because she wanted to make sure K'airos had been taking care of herself and because D'aijeen wanted help washing her back. This was also because she wanted to press her sister for further intimacy, trying to get as much skin contact as possible, eager to feel and taste the woman's body.
Perhaps she was too eager. K'airos claimed that the seafood had made her ill, and so D'aijeen ceased her advances. The fish they'd eaten had been well outside of the diet that D'aijeen had designed for her sister's fragile constitution, and she was not sure K'airos had been sticking to the diet prior to that. It could be a real problem! So D'aijeen, dripping wet but clean, ears flat on green hair that stuck close to her scalp, had pulled away from her physical advances, wrapped a towel around herself, and administered a displacement test to check her sister's mass.
After the bath she insisted on K'airos wearing the white clothes again, her pants, shirt and frock, plus the ribbon. She leveraged K'airos illness against her, saying she could not sleep in her armor and that she needed to sleep in something warm, and that D'aijeen's clothes were warmest. This was not true, but K'airos was adorable in the ill-fitting clothes.
Now, with the bath behind them and the moon half-visible through the window, D'aijeen lay in bed watching her sister fall asleep. D'aijeen lay motionless and quiet, curled up a few yalms away from the woman. But her eyes were wide open, bright blow in her dark face, as she watched her sister's pristine features. She'd spent a lot of time watching her sister sleep over the years. She'd been this close before, memorizing her slack face, her parted lips, the slow movement of her body as she breathed, the hypnic jerks as the woman began to fall asleep. D'aijeen had even touched her sister late at night, in ways that she wouldn't approve of.
But this was different. This time K'airos would approve. This time D'aijeen's chest was tense, because she would go further this time, and K'airos would awaken and move with her, touching her back. D'aijeen was already undressed under the covers, and she knew her clothes on K'airos' body would come off so smoothly, so easily, without stirring her. D'aijeen just needed to wait until K'airos was very asleep, dreaming, still, so that she could move more boldly, so that her sister would be well into her love before she even awoke. And so D'aijeen lay and watched, waiting. The tightness in her chest notwithstanding, she was calm. There was nothing to fear with K'airos. There was no fear of rejection. D'aijeen was able to relax, and let her eyes slide half-closed, her lips smile, and enjoy watching her sister.
D'aijeen let herself ease forward and listen to her sister breathe. She tried to match the pace of her breath. She lay her tail over her sister's tail, and tried to breathe with her, to make their breath one. It was relaxing. Her sister was warm, but she waited to draw herself close. She silently whispered for her sister to fall asleep, more asleep, to be so deeply asleep. D'aijeen was patient. Her green ear twitched, her earring clattering softly. She was patient, and she relaxed, and she matched her breath to her sister's breath and watched her sister's lips. And she closed her eyes.
D'aijeen did eventually pull close to her sister, but she was asleep when she did so. It was not an inappropriate touch, but a little sister pulling herself to her older sibling for warmth. D'aijeen pressed her forward against K'airos' shoulder and curled her legs up beneath her, wrapping her arms around her sister's arm. Their breaths were, different, both slow. D'aijeen was asleep. She was very deeply asleep.
And then she snapped upright, startled awake by soemthing unseen. D'aijeen's ears both shot up from her head. her earring clattered, and she flinched away from it as though something were sneaking up behind her. Her eyes were wide, tail flicking around at double its normal width. Suddenly she was breathing quickly, but wordless. Her hands flat against the ma tress, one of them pressing down hard on k'airos' ear, she cast her gaze about one way and then the other, confused and seemingly in a panic.
Whatever it was that K'airos was dreaming at the time was interrupted by the sensation of a sudden huge weight on the side of her head that, forceful, made her sink on the floor. She woke up, hurling her head and half her torso away, backwards. She yelled something with a tired voice, a complain about wanting to sleep some more. She took the time to rub her eyes with one hand before opening them enough to notice her sister's head frenetic movements.
"D'aijeen, are you awake?" she asked, though her voice was coarse. She still felt tired, but her eyes were properly open. Her arms pushed her up until she was sitting, crossing her legs over each other. She poked her sister with an open palm. "Are you awake?" she asked again.
D'aijeen's blue eyes snapped to her sister, going wide. Her ears popped up, then slammed down, expression stiff. She flinched when her sister spoke, and when K'airos touched her she pulled away, kicking herself off the bed and crying out in alarm. When she hit the ground, she tried very clumsily to get to her feet, but she couldn't manage it. Her curled fists and clumsy steps could only manage to drag her a few fulms away while, as she huffed and whined and a wordless panic. Her shaking gaze kept flicking to K'airos and then away from her, as though she couldn't bare to look.
Upon her sister's panic, K'airos threw a glance behind her. And up, and down. Everywhere. She wondered if the monstrosity she had seen before in D'aijeen's shadow was the cause of her fear. But that wasn't it, thankfully.
She quickly crawled over the edge of the bed and then out of it, saying "Wake up! It's me! You are having a nightmare!" She crouched over her, unsure on what to do besides taking a firm hold of her arms, pinning her down so she couldn't run out of the room into town without any clothes on. That was another cause of alarm for K'airos, but she let it slid off her mind.
Groaning and huffing in panic, D'aijeen struggled to try and get away from her sister. But her movements were clumsy and weak, legs kicking uselessly behind her, arms pressing against her sister as though she'd never used them before. It was evident that she was trying to get away from K'airos, but her gaze also snapped to the room around her, searching the walls and ceilings. Her gaze eventually settled on the window, and on the moon hanging there, and there they stayed. The longer her struggles remained useless, the less she fought, though her unwillingness to look at her sister remained. Finally, she lay still, staring at the window, ears flat on her head and face twisted in displeasure.
Seeing her calming down, K'airos slowly let her sister free. She stood up, walking backwards over the bed, ready to jump at D'aijeen in case she suddenly found strenght to run. With one energic move, K'airos removed the bedsheet and hurried to cover her with it. She didn't hold her or said anything this time. Instead, she chose to stay away from her field of view. But she remained close, sitting on the floor with her head resting on both hands. Waiting.
D'aijeen didn't react to the blanket violently. It was still warm from when she and K'airos had been cuddling, and all she did was clumsily toss an arm over her head to keep it out of her face. In a slow process, ignoring K'airos and her surroundings, D'aijeen moved her clumsy limbs into a sitting position. It was a strange, crooked pose, with both her legs stretched out to one side and one knee folded, supporting herself with her hands, but it was stable enough. She sat like this and looked at the window in silence. After a time, she began to cry, even though she didn't show any sign of noticing this herself.
K'airos couldn't remain sitting for long. She watched D'aijeen's back for a while. Then she stopped watching her to look at the moon that enthralled her so much. Another moment and she was on her feet, walking in a straight line to one side, then the other, always behind her sister. Her mind was busy worrying all over the situation. There had always been problems with D'aijeen sleepwalking and dreaming with the eyes open, but she couldn't remember when had been the last time that her young sibling had shown such terror. At worst it had been inconvenient situations. Normal, in a way. But this one had nothing of that.Â
She stopped, head turning to D'aijeen again. Her eyes slipped down to look at her shadow. Then she started walking again, this time with her arms crossed. She waited again.
It might've seemed like a long time to K'airos. D'aijeen continued to cry without feeling it or responding to it, her tears running down her cheeks and dripping from her chin, dappling the blanket beneath her. She sat in silence, looking out the window for maybe twenty minutes before she very solemnly and silently stood. She ignored the blanket, her tail limp, her ears relaxed, expression impassive. She seemed to be out of tears. With small, simple steps, she walked back to the bed and lay herself down in it. She rolled so that her back was to K'airos and curled herself up into a ball, knees to her chest, tail laying over her ankles. Asleep again.
When her sister finally stood up, K'airos' ears stood straight up, her tail and legs remained still and her breathing stopped until D'aijeen was on the bed. She didn't know what to make of the scene. She took the blanket and covered her. She remained awake for some time, walking in silent, small circles in the middle of the room. She had to think about how to deal with her sister's emotions. How to keep her happy so that no voidsent would come out of her shadows. She fiddled with her fingers, then her hair. She thought for a while.Â
Then her mother came back to memory. She turned around and made another circle in the opposite direction. No, she would not see her. Or speak with her. But she had to tell her something. Dissapearing and ignoring her without explanation, though she wasn't sure if she could do such a thing, was cruel. Too cruel. D'aijeen could be like that to their own mother, but K'airos couldn't. She had to tell her.
Hurrying, K'airos tidied her clothes very briefly. Since she was wearing D'aijeen's clothes already, she looked aroudn the room and eventually remembered where she had left the hat. With it adorning her head, she headed to the door and opened it as quietly as she could. She had to write and send a letter. She hoped D'aijeen wouldn't wake before she returned.
Perhaps she was too eager. K'airos claimed that the seafood had made her ill, and so D'aijeen ceased her advances. The fish they'd eaten had been well outside of the diet that D'aijeen had designed for her sister's fragile constitution, and she was not sure K'airos had been sticking to the diet prior to that. It could be a real problem! So D'aijeen, dripping wet but clean, ears flat on green hair that stuck close to her scalp, had pulled away from her physical advances, wrapped a towel around herself, and administered a displacement test to check her sister's mass.
After the bath she insisted on K'airos wearing the white clothes again, her pants, shirt and frock, plus the ribbon. She leveraged K'airos illness against her, saying she could not sleep in her armor and that she needed to sleep in something warm, and that D'aijeen's clothes were warmest. This was not true, but K'airos was adorable in the ill-fitting clothes.
Now, with the bath behind them and the moon half-visible through the window, D'aijeen lay in bed watching her sister fall asleep. D'aijeen lay motionless and quiet, curled up a few yalms away from the woman. But her eyes were wide open, bright blow in her dark face, as she watched her sister's pristine features. She'd spent a lot of time watching her sister sleep over the years. She'd been this close before, memorizing her slack face, her parted lips, the slow movement of her body as she breathed, the hypnic jerks as the woman began to fall asleep. D'aijeen had even touched her sister late at night, in ways that she wouldn't approve of.
But this was different. This time K'airos would approve. This time D'aijeen's chest was tense, because she would go further this time, and K'airos would awaken and move with her, touching her back. D'aijeen was already undressed under the covers, and she knew her clothes on K'airos' body would come off so smoothly, so easily, without stirring her. D'aijeen just needed to wait until K'airos was very asleep, dreaming, still, so that she could move more boldly, so that her sister would be well into her love before she even awoke. And so D'aijeen lay and watched, waiting. The tightness in her chest notwithstanding, she was calm. There was nothing to fear with K'airos. There was no fear of rejection. D'aijeen was able to relax, and let her eyes slide half-closed, her lips smile, and enjoy watching her sister.
D'aijeen let herself ease forward and listen to her sister breathe. She tried to match the pace of her breath. She lay her tail over her sister's tail, and tried to breathe with her, to make their breath one. It was relaxing. Her sister was warm, but she waited to draw herself close. She silently whispered for her sister to fall asleep, more asleep, to be so deeply asleep. D'aijeen was patient. Her green ear twitched, her earring clattering softly. She was patient, and she relaxed, and she matched her breath to her sister's breath and watched her sister's lips. And she closed her eyes.
D'aijeen did eventually pull close to her sister, but she was asleep when she did so. It was not an inappropriate touch, but a little sister pulling herself to her older sibling for warmth. D'aijeen pressed her forward against K'airos' shoulder and curled her legs up beneath her, wrapping her arms around her sister's arm. Their breaths were, different, both slow. D'aijeen was asleep. She was very deeply asleep.
And then she snapped upright, startled awake by soemthing unseen. D'aijeen's ears both shot up from her head. her earring clattered, and she flinched away from it as though something were sneaking up behind her. Her eyes were wide, tail flicking around at double its normal width. Suddenly she was breathing quickly, but wordless. Her hands flat against the ma tress, one of them pressing down hard on k'airos' ear, she cast her gaze about one way and then the other, confused and seemingly in a panic.
Whatever it was that K'airos was dreaming at the time was interrupted by the sensation of a sudden huge weight on the side of her head that, forceful, made her sink on the floor. She woke up, hurling her head and half her torso away, backwards. She yelled something with a tired voice, a complain about wanting to sleep some more. She took the time to rub her eyes with one hand before opening them enough to notice her sister's head frenetic movements.
"D'aijeen, are you awake?" she asked, though her voice was coarse. She still felt tired, but her eyes were properly open. Her arms pushed her up until she was sitting, crossing her legs over each other. She poked her sister with an open palm. "Are you awake?" she asked again.
D'aijeen's blue eyes snapped to her sister, going wide. Her ears popped up, then slammed down, expression stiff. She flinched when her sister spoke, and when K'airos touched her she pulled away, kicking herself off the bed and crying out in alarm. When she hit the ground, she tried very clumsily to get to her feet, but she couldn't manage it. Her curled fists and clumsy steps could only manage to drag her a few fulms away while, as she huffed and whined and a wordless panic. Her shaking gaze kept flicking to K'airos and then away from her, as though she couldn't bare to look.
Upon her sister's panic, K'airos threw a glance behind her. And up, and down. Everywhere. She wondered if the monstrosity she had seen before in D'aijeen's shadow was the cause of her fear. But that wasn't it, thankfully.
She quickly crawled over the edge of the bed and then out of it, saying "Wake up! It's me! You are having a nightmare!" She crouched over her, unsure on what to do besides taking a firm hold of her arms, pinning her down so she couldn't run out of the room into town without any clothes on. That was another cause of alarm for K'airos, but she let it slid off her mind.
Groaning and huffing in panic, D'aijeen struggled to try and get away from her sister. But her movements were clumsy and weak, legs kicking uselessly behind her, arms pressing against her sister as though she'd never used them before. It was evident that she was trying to get away from K'airos, but her gaze also snapped to the room around her, searching the walls and ceilings. Her gaze eventually settled on the window, and on the moon hanging there, and there they stayed. The longer her struggles remained useless, the less she fought, though her unwillingness to look at her sister remained. Finally, she lay still, staring at the window, ears flat on her head and face twisted in displeasure.
Seeing her calming down, K'airos slowly let her sister free. She stood up, walking backwards over the bed, ready to jump at D'aijeen in case she suddenly found strenght to run. With one energic move, K'airos removed the bedsheet and hurried to cover her with it. She didn't hold her or said anything this time. Instead, she chose to stay away from her field of view. But she remained close, sitting on the floor with her head resting on both hands. Waiting.
D'aijeen didn't react to the blanket violently. It was still warm from when she and K'airos had been cuddling, and all she did was clumsily toss an arm over her head to keep it out of her face. In a slow process, ignoring K'airos and her surroundings, D'aijeen moved her clumsy limbs into a sitting position. It was a strange, crooked pose, with both her legs stretched out to one side and one knee folded, supporting herself with her hands, but it was stable enough. She sat like this and looked at the window in silence. After a time, she began to cry, even though she didn't show any sign of noticing this herself.
K'airos couldn't remain sitting for long. She watched D'aijeen's back for a while. Then she stopped watching her to look at the moon that enthralled her so much. Another moment and she was on her feet, walking in a straight line to one side, then the other, always behind her sister. Her mind was busy worrying all over the situation. There had always been problems with D'aijeen sleepwalking and dreaming with the eyes open, but she couldn't remember when had been the last time that her young sibling had shown such terror. At worst it had been inconvenient situations. Normal, in a way. But this one had nothing of that.Â
She stopped, head turning to D'aijeen again. Her eyes slipped down to look at her shadow. Then she started walking again, this time with her arms crossed. She waited again.
It might've seemed like a long time to K'airos. D'aijeen continued to cry without feeling it or responding to it, her tears running down her cheeks and dripping from her chin, dappling the blanket beneath her. She sat in silence, looking out the window for maybe twenty minutes before she very solemnly and silently stood. She ignored the blanket, her tail limp, her ears relaxed, expression impassive. She seemed to be out of tears. With small, simple steps, she walked back to the bed and lay herself down in it. She rolled so that her back was to K'airos and curled herself up into a ball, knees to her chest, tail laying over her ankles. Asleep again.
When her sister finally stood up, K'airos' ears stood straight up, her tail and legs remained still and her breathing stopped until D'aijeen was on the bed. She didn't know what to make of the scene. She took the blanket and covered her. She remained awake for some time, walking in silent, small circles in the middle of the room. She had to think about how to deal with her sister's emotions. How to keep her happy so that no voidsent would come out of her shadows. She fiddled with her fingers, then her hair. She thought for a while.Â
Then her mother came back to memory. She turned around and made another circle in the opposite direction. No, she would not see her. Or speak with her. But she had to tell her something. Dissapearing and ignoring her without explanation, though she wasn't sure if she could do such a thing, was cruel. Too cruel. D'aijeen could be like that to their own mother, but K'airos couldn't. She had to tell her.
Hurrying, K'airos tidied her clothes very briefly. Since she was wearing D'aijeen's clothes already, she looked aroudn the room and eventually remembered where she had left the hat. With it adorning her head, she headed to the door and opened it as quietly as she could. She had to write and send a letter. She hoped D'aijeen wouldn't wake before she returned.
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