Meadowlark Prairie versailles

wanna fade here and have another?

Her words were cacophony beyond the limits of his laughter. They came to him piecemeal. Gone was their home, their smoke made mother; how could they ever be together again if it was forever?

His laughter choked in his throat. Hypnos greedily burrows against his sister's pale fur to muffle himself, unaware that he isn't just laughing. 

When she spasms and reaches for him, snapping teeth, he pushes her away - the long tendrils of her coat having been matted by tears and snot where he had masked himself with her.

Eventually her antics draw him in to a game. His aim is off, as always. She is a blue-gray blur. Her teeth shine against the black of her gums and the black of his coat. He bites at air and grass and starlight until he feels too full of all of it, too weighed and sluggish.

Whether she remains there or not, he drowses for as long as he can. It is never enough.