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theivorytowercrumbles  asked:

blandela prompt: one of them wakes up first and admires the other while asleep :3

But I dared not move the pretty sleeping one

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Candela remembers just why she picked her room when the sun wakes her in Blanche’s at six.

She groans and draws her arm over her face instinctively, intent on salvaging a few more hours of rest. But she meets unexpected resistance, pressure pinning her arm to the bed, and it’s then that she realises Blanche is close, asleep, and far more peaceful looking than usual.

Candela shakes her head in disbelief. “Now that, that’s just unfair.” She does not jostle them awake to free her arm though. Instead she pulls her hand in, as slowly and smoothly as she can manage.

But Blanche still stirs; their legs coming up, in, and they hold Candela in an airy grip until their breathing resumes its steady pattern. A couple stray strands fall into their face. Candela follows the line of them, then those that break in swirls on Blanche’s shoulders, neck, molding themselves.

Temptation presents itself to Candela then. Wake Blanche, not only to free her arm, but to see just what expression they would have under that layer of sleep. She grins, her fingers flex… 

…and relax. She lets the strength in her arm slip away. The circles under Blanche’s eyes are impossible to miss, and Candela knows, just as she knows that it will be some time before she sees Blanche like this, that it will be another long night for them. They apparently need less to get by.

“You’re lucky you’re easy on the eyes,” Candela finally says, needing the last word in a one-sided argument. Then she settles down to enjoy the peace beside her.

And Blanche simply is, within the quietest dream of contentment.

kc5rings  asked:

Interrogation room, Detective Candela grilling Mob boss Blanche for information. In that AU you hate me for

It spun out on its own, again. 

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When Candela makes herself known, Blanche stirs in their seat, an eyebrow raised. “Detective, what a surprise. I was expecting Spark.”

“He’s got his hands tied up with another matter… unfortunately for both of us.” Candela takes another swig of coffee from her thermos, grimaces–it’s long gone cold–before sliding a picture over to Blanche. “Recognise them?”

Blanche spares the photo a glance. “Perhaps. I’m honoured you think I would.”

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