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a message from Anonymous:
DUDE! Can you write a fic about that last thing u just posted? Like Sarah falling asleep on a couch and Helena picking her up and taking her to bed and Sarah snuggling into her neck. i would write it, but i don't think i could do it justice in the same way you could.
  • sharkodactyl

    Okay normally I wouldn’t do this but I am very weak for this idea. Here you go. 800 words of quality sestre…fluff? Angst? What do you call this?

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    Helena comes back late, footsteps that rock to their sides and edges to be quiet and the slow slow click of a key in the lock. She’s still not used to having a key, the way its sharp edges rub up against her fingertips. She is not used to having a place to belong. 

    When the door creak-creak-creaks open, Helena’s met with dark and silence and a soft flickering light from across the room. She steps in, soft now, and sees: the television on, and Sarah asleep. Sarah falls asleep on the couch a lot, if there is no one there; Helena wonders if there is something about a bed that frightens Sarah. To Helena beds are sometimes too soft, too big. She doesn’t know if Sarah feels the same. 

    Usually when Helena opens the door Sarah wakes up, but tonight she’s all curled in on herself on the couch, small like Helena-in-a-cage. Helena’s neck hurts, looking at Sarah there, because it doesn’t look very comfortable. The couch is not very comfortable, lumps and springs. The bed would be better, probably. The bed is what Sarah deserves. 

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