thechanged | SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

The messenger had mostly been wondering at all the fiery destruction--floating from place to place to look at the mess and, really, to marvel at the thoroughness with which everything seemed to be scalded with fire damage. He stumbles across the other servant tangled up in dead vines and, for a moment, wonders why he's still asleep before he remembers the conditions of the slumber involved.

Well, someone will probably get around to him lat--

The memory hits him then, pushing his other thoughts aside for faces and voices. He's there, and then there four are others--others whose names he can't remember, but one of them is the very same Darkling caught in the vines. He looks different, in the memory--less washed-out--but he recognizes the eyebrows and the face comes after. They're all shouting about--about something, it's difficult to tell with all the names blanked out in his mind. It's a meeting, they're all meeting up to discuss--something important? Even though mostly they seem to argue, the messenger himself remembers being cheerful enough about the meeting in question. Even the arguing was kind of amusing.

Then the memory stops, and he's left staring at the gardener in the vines. His first thought is to nudge and shove at the gardener, as if that would wake him up. "Hey, hey! Hey! I--I've met you before!"

It's only once his excited half-panic subsides that he remembers the conditions. He hesitates, floats back and forth as if he were shifting from foot to foot, and then kisses the gardener as quickly as possible, darting back as soon as it's done.

"Wake up, wake up!"

Despite the pushing around, he predictably doesn't stir a bit until he's kissed. Blearily, the Darkling opens his eyes at the touch; the slumber still seems to weigh thickly on him in a way he's not used to. He normally wakes up at any sort of strange noise or movement of his person (but then, this wasn't really a normal slumber.)

He stares up at the frantic messenger for a moment, tired and disoriented. "What—?"

Slowly, he comes to himself, raising a hand to drag it groggily over his face. After it makes the pass, it hits him again that something touched his lips, and the return to energy is immediate.

It's a good thing he has no colour to spare, otherwise his face would certainly be scarlet.

"What the hell was that?!"

The messenger ignores the gardener's question--or rather, replies to it, but not to what he was really being asked. Really, he's too excited to focus on the whole waking up part, and anyway that was weird and embarrassing.

"Hey, I know you! Or I knew you! Something like that!"

He's practically vibrating in the air.

He's not ready to let it go just yet — you can't just kiss someone like that, especially not if they're asleep! — and so flings a hand out to try to grab the messenger, fully intending to throttle him if he gets a grip. "That's impossible!" he retorts sharply as he does so, "I've never met you before in my life!"

SLEEPING BEAUTIES EPILOGUE: THE KISS

I guess SOMEONE has to keep grumpybrows from sleeping forever

america gets a medal for his bravery also 1/2

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