I really liked this prompt and really wanted to write for it. But when I started writing, I feel like it turned out as word vomit. Hopefully, it's not too far off mark. I killed my brain to keep it from becoming a sadstuck. _____________________________________
His legs dangled from the rooftop ledge, only yards from the dark water. Shoulders slumped and hands clutching a small phone tightly, he looked out over the choppy sea and exhaled slowly. He was exhausted. Mind, body, and soul, he was tired. He needed to sleep.
She was just asleep.
She had to be just asleep.
That's why she wasn't answering him, that had to be the reason.
From the corner of his eye he could see the candy red armor of a Crocker Drone he had bested earlier that evening. It was sinking slowly into the inky depths. It was the last one he could see above water and in a few minutes it would be gone from his sight forever. That is until another fleet came, replacing the image in his mind with a new one, to attempt to kill him once more.
There was no moon tonight, so the only light was casting out his windows from inside the apartment. Dirk heard the low chime from his computer through the open window as his phone chimed in tandem. With an anxious glance at the bright screen, he found light blue text rather than the pink he was anticipating hopefully. He ignored Jane as a frown marred his features. He placed the phone on the ledge next to him and with a deep breath Dirk closed his eyes.
If he couldn't check on Roxy here, he would have to use the other resources at his disposal. Opening his eyes again, he was greeted with the soft hues of purple found only on Derse. Without hesitance he traveled towards the tower where the rogue was supposed to be resting.
She was there. Dirk could count the number of times he had actually found her in the tower on one hand with a few fingers left over.
Time to add another finger to the count.
Roxy's back was to him as he sat on the window sill, contemplating leaving since his worries had been sated. His eyes watched her sleeping form closely for movement, but she was still. Unusually still, especially for the Rogue.
Dirk's feet hit the floor without a sound as he decided to move closer. He hovered at the corner of the bed, weary of any possible tricks he could be walking into. He just needed to see her face before hightailing it out of here.
Just one more step.
He released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
An almost frown played at his best friend's lips in her sleep, but the rest of her face was smooth and relaxed. One hand was splayed out across the silken blankets while the other clutched a small patch of the silk near her chest.
Dirk couldn't help himself as he took another step forward and sunk into the bed just above her slightly bent knees. He shifted awkwardly at being this close to another human being, it wasn't something that he was used to. Relaxing at the remembrance that it was Lalonde and not just any human he was sitting next to, he reached out and lightly grasped her wrist. Letting his thumb trace over the curve of her inner wrist until he found the pulse point, he felt relief as the soft thrumming of her heartbeat could be felt.
He didn't let go as his eyes wandered back to the girl's face.
A slight smile had replaced the almost frown.
"Why can't you just wake up, Lalonde?" Dirk spoke softly, the words sounding alien in his ears. Roxy Lalonde didn't say anything in response, instead she pulled her wrist from his loose grip and rolled onto her back.
"You're too stubborn for your own good." A smirk graced his own lips as he took the sleeping girl up on her silent offer. Dirk swung his legs up onto the bed and leaned back into a pillow.
The hand that gripped the silk tightly had found his own and now grasped it without abandon. Dirk pulled the girl closer to him and rested his other arm at her waist. His lips met the apple of her cheek lightly, something he would deny ever happening, just to cement the fact that she was, indeed, here on Derse and on Earth with him. A soft sigh of content came from the sleeping rogue and his smirk became a smile, matching hers. For now, his dreamself could keep her company.
He was looking at the sea again. It was darker than before, the black of the water blending with the deep navy of the night sky along the horizon. Beside him, the phone light up again. Once again in tandem with the computer’s chiming. He didn’t hurry to pick up the phone.
TG: drik TG: *dirk TG: i just had the TG: WIERDEST DREAM TG: and TG: clam your shit TG: im ok TG: LMAO TG: *CLAM
“Lalonde.” Dirk shook his head as he moved from the ledge to begin his trek inside.
FILL: TEAM AUTO-RESPONDER <3 ROXY
But when I started writing, I feel like it turned out as word vomit. Hopefully, it's not too far off mark.
I killed my brain to keep it from becoming a sadstuck.
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His legs dangled from the rooftop ledge, only yards from the dark water. Shoulders slumped and hands clutching a small phone tightly, he looked out over the choppy sea and exhaled slowly. He was exhausted. Mind, body, and soul, he was tired. He needed to sleep.
She was just asleep.
She had to be just asleep.
That's why she wasn't answering him, that had to be the reason.
From the corner of his eye he could see the candy red armor of a Crocker Drone he had bested earlier that evening. It was sinking slowly into the inky depths. It was the last one he could see above water and in a few minutes it would be gone from his sight forever. That is until another fleet came, replacing the image in his mind with a new one, to attempt to kill him once more.
There was no moon tonight, so the only light was casting out his windows from inside the apartment. Dirk heard the low chime from his computer through the open window as his phone chimed in tandem. With an anxious glance at the bright screen, he found light blue text rather than the pink he was anticipating hopefully. He ignored Jane as a frown marred his features. He placed the phone on the ledge next to him and with a deep breath Dirk closed his eyes.
If he couldn't check on Roxy here, he would have to use the other resources at his disposal.
Opening his eyes again, he was greeted with the soft hues of purple found only on Derse. Without hesitance he traveled towards the tower where the rogue was supposed to be resting.
She was there. Dirk could count the number of times he had actually found her in the tower on one hand with a few fingers left over.
Time to add another finger to the count.
Roxy's back was to him as he sat on the window sill, contemplating leaving since his worries had been sated. His eyes watched her sleeping form closely for movement, but she was still. Unusually still, especially for the Rogue.
Dirk's feet hit the floor without a sound as he decided to move closer. He hovered at the corner of the bed, weary of any possible tricks he could be walking into. He just needed to see her face before hightailing it out of here.
Just one more step.
He released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
An almost frown played at his best friend's lips in her sleep, but the rest of her face was smooth and relaxed. One hand was splayed out across the silken blankets while the other clutched a small patch of the silk near her chest.
Dirk couldn't help himself as he took another step forward and sunk into the bed just above her slightly bent knees. He shifted awkwardly at being this close to another human being, it wasn't something that he was used to. Relaxing at the remembrance that it was Lalonde and not just any human he was sitting next to, he reached out and lightly grasped her wrist. Letting his thumb trace over the curve of her inner wrist until he found the pulse point, he felt relief as the soft thrumming of her heartbeat could be felt.
He didn't let go as his eyes wandered back to the girl's face.
A slight smile had replaced the almost frown.
"Why can't you just wake up, Lalonde?" Dirk spoke softly, the words sounding alien in his ears.
Roxy Lalonde didn't say anything in response, instead she pulled her wrist from his loose grip and rolled onto her back.
"You're too stubborn for your own good." A smirk graced his own lips as he took the sleeping girl up on her silent offer. Dirk swung his legs up onto the bed and leaned back into a pillow.
The hand that gripped the silk tightly had found his own and now grasped it without abandon. Dirk pulled the girl closer to him and rested his other arm at her waist. His lips met the apple of her cheek lightly, something he would deny ever happening, just to cement the fact that she was, indeed, here on Derse and on Earth with him. A soft sigh of content came from the sleeping rogue and his smirk became a smile, matching hers. For now, his dreamself could keep her company.
He was looking at the sea again. It was darker than before, the black of the water blending with the deep navy of the night sky along the horizon. Beside him, the phone light up again. Once again in tandem with the computer’s chiming. He didn’t hurry to pick up the phone.
TG: drik
TG: *dirk
TG: i just had the
TG: WIERDEST DREAM
TG: and
TG: clam your shit
TG: im ok
TG: LMAO
TG: *CLAM
“Lalonde.” Dirk shook his head as he moved from the ledge to begin his trek inside.
She was awake now.