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dolevalanTitle: Sharing
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
He hated this. Nicolas fidgeted in the semi-darkness of the basement, scratching the back of his neck absently as he watched his sister walk the border of the room, systematically. “Stella… come on, let’s go outside. Please?”
“Not yet.” She was poking in an old drawer, one gloved fingers separating its contents. “It’s gotta be here somewhere.”
He shifted from one foot to the other. “Just ask Papa. He’ll find it for you. Come on.”
“No,” she repeated stubbornly, “I had a dream. I wouldn’t be able to describe it.”
“What makes you think it’s down here, then? What makes you think it exists?”
With a long-suffering sigh, she came over, taking off her right glove as she did. “Give me your hand,” she demanded, holding out her own expectantly.
“What? Why?” Nicolas was cautious, eyeing her small fingers as if they were snakes in disguise.
“Oh, hang it, here,” and she took his hand, closing her eyes. He could feel something… very strange, like pins and needles crawling from his hand outward, all over his skin. There was a sense of something calling him, just out of reach, sweetly drawing him forward –
- and then it was over, and he was just standing there, holding his sister’s hand again.
“What was that?” he asked, angrily wiping his hand on his pant leg, though his palm was clean.
“That,” she said in her infuriatingly calm way, “was how I know it wasn’t just a dream.”
He spluttered “That… that was just weird. It doesn’t tell you anything.”
She just looked at him. “You don’t see what I see.”
Uncomfortable, he rubbed his forearm. “What do you see?”
She shook her head. “If you saw it, you’d know.” Stella turned back to the drawers and started poking around again. Nicolas was left standing in the middle of the cellar, feeling, for the first time, like his twin was a separate person from himself. It was cold.
“I’m… going upstairs. Right, Stella?”
“Go on, then. I’ll be up in a little.”
He hesitated, then turned to retreat back up to the sunlit world where everything made sense.
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
He hated this. Nicolas fidgeted in the semi-darkness of the basement, scratching the back of his neck absently as he watched his sister walk the border of the room, systematically. “Stella… come on, let’s go outside. Please?”
“Not yet.” She was poking in an old drawer, one gloved fingers separating its contents. “It’s gotta be here somewhere.”
He shifted from one foot to the other. “Just ask Papa. He’ll find it for you. Come on.”
“No,” she repeated stubbornly, “I had a dream. I wouldn’t be able to describe it.”
“What makes you think it’s down here, then? What makes you think it exists?”
With a long-suffering sigh, she came over, taking off her right glove as she did. “Give me your hand,” she demanded, holding out her own expectantly.
“What? Why?” Nicolas was cautious, eyeing her small fingers as if they were snakes in disguise.
“Oh, hang it, here,” and she took his hand, closing her eyes. He could feel something… very strange, like pins and needles crawling from his hand outward, all over his skin. There was a sense of something calling him, just out of reach, sweetly drawing him forward –
- and then it was over, and he was just standing there, holding his sister’s hand again.
“What was that?” he asked, angrily wiping his hand on his pant leg, though his palm was clean.
“That,” she said in her infuriatingly calm way, “was how I know it wasn’t just a dream.”
He spluttered “That… that was just weird. It doesn’t tell you anything.”
She just looked at him. “You don’t see what I see.”
Uncomfortable, he rubbed his forearm. “What do you see?”
She shook her head. “If you saw it, you’d know.” Stella turned back to the drawers and started poking around again. Nicolas was left standing in the middle of the cellar, feeling, for the first time, like his twin was a separate person from himself. It was cold.
“I’m… going upstairs. Right, Stella?”
“Go on, then. I’ll be up in a little.”
He hesitated, then turned to retreat back up to the sunlit world where everything made sense.
