a star shone bright (pkmn, redgreen)
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likealarkGreen wakes up slowly. The air is still and quiet, too quiet, and the light through the window is a brilliant white. He blinks, drowsy, and shifts onto his belly, wrapping his arms around the pillow and burying his head into it.
A hand settles on his lower back, rucking up his shirt until it's brushing light fingertips against his skin. He makes a pleased noise and his eyes open half-lidded.
"Morning," he mumbles.
Behind him, he can hear Red shift, but he doesn't say anything. Red's fingertips walk their way up his spine, unhurried. Green's eyes droop lower and lower the higher they go until Red's hand is splaying across the space between his shoulderblades, casually possessive, and Green lets out a sigh.
"What time is it?"
Red leans across him to pluck his phone from the bedside table and click the screen on. Green gasps and lunges upright, grabbing the phone out of Red's hands and staring at it.
"Eleven? I'm so late—why didn't my alarm go off—why did you let me sleep?"
Red pushes him over by way of answer, tipping him onto his side and fixing him with a firm stare. Green blinks back, startled enough to lose the edge of his temper, Red's phone still clutched in his hands.
Red points to the window, and leans back. Green looks at it—it's so bright outside, just looking in its direction makes him squint—and then cautiously slips out of bed.
The world outside has vanished under a layer of deep, heavy snow. He can't see anyone outside, can barely see the roads—even the lampposts are hard to pick out, their usual shapes distorted by their tall caps of snow. It's no wonder it's quiet, with this much snow absorbing all the sound.
"Snow day," Red murmurs, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around Green's waist. He noses at his shoulder. "Come back to bed."
"I'm surprised you're not already outside in that, rolling around like an abomasnow," Green says, but he tips his head back, lets Red pull him back towards their still-warm sheets.
"Later," Red says, pushing him down. It's still so bright, and the light catches in Red's eyes, on the subtle upward curve of his lips. Green reaches up to cradle Red's cheek in his hand.
"Yeah, okay," he breathes. "Later."
A hand settles on his lower back, rucking up his shirt until it's brushing light fingertips against his skin. He makes a pleased noise and his eyes open half-lidded.
"Morning," he mumbles.
Behind him, he can hear Red shift, but he doesn't say anything. Red's fingertips walk their way up his spine, unhurried. Green's eyes droop lower and lower the higher they go until Red's hand is splaying across the space between his shoulderblades, casually possessive, and Green lets out a sigh.
"What time is it?"
Red leans across him to pluck his phone from the bedside table and click the screen on. Green gasps and lunges upright, grabbing the phone out of Red's hands and staring at it.
"Eleven? I'm so late—why didn't my alarm go off—why did you let me sleep?"
Red pushes him over by way of answer, tipping him onto his side and fixing him with a firm stare. Green blinks back, startled enough to lose the edge of his temper, Red's phone still clutched in his hands.
Red points to the window, and leans back. Green looks at it—it's so bright outside, just looking in its direction makes him squint—and then cautiously slips out of bed.
The world outside has vanished under a layer of deep, heavy snow. He can't see anyone outside, can barely see the roads—even the lampposts are hard to pick out, their usual shapes distorted by their tall caps of snow. It's no wonder it's quiet, with this much snow absorbing all the sound.
"Snow day," Red murmurs, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around Green's waist. He noses at his shoulder. "Come back to bed."
"I'm surprised you're not already outside in that, rolling around like an abomasnow," Green says, but he tips his head back, lets Red pull him back towards their still-warm sheets.
"Later," Red says, pushing him down. It's still so bright, and the light catches in Red's eyes, on the subtle upward curve of his lips. Green reaches up to cradle Red's cheek in his hand.
"Yeah, okay," he breathes. "Later."
