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tamingthemuseTitle: Soothe you
Fandom: Original (Miranda)
Prompt: #318 - Appease
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All mine
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Miranda is sick and Pearl takes care of her.
Miranda was lying on her bed in Jack's home, but she could have been anywhere in any universe for all she knew. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't open them because the lights and colours of the world were too violent for her. She wished she could block the sounds as she did the light. They were blurring in a constant buzz that was keeping her awake. She moaned as she closed her eyes a bit harder. She knew it wouldn't help but it was all she could to. A second later she felt a cold hand on her burning forehead. Her body stopped its incessant motion at the contact, a long shiver descending along her spine. It felt good. As if the flame weren't devouring her body any longer.
"It's alright. You're going to be alright Miranda."
Miranda turned her head towards the voice, her eyes remaining shut.
"Don't worry, I'm going to stay here. You'll be safe."
Miranda's hand flew in the hair, trying to find Pearl. The noise in the background had seemed to diminish when she had started talking, as if the sound of her voice had ordered silence. She felt her hand be caught by Pearl slim fingers. She grabbed it and pressed it hard against hers. She was going to be alright. As long as Pearl was holding her she knew nothing bad could really happen. She was safe.
---*---
Pearl was lying in Miranda's bed, her friends body pressed against her. She could feel the sweat drenching her cloths but she didn't care. She wanted to hold Miranda and keep her so near she could feel the frantic beating of her heart. It meant she was alive and that the antidote was working, it was helping her fight the poison out.
She felt Miranda's hand clench her shirt and she thought she heard it rip but that didn't matter either.
"Shhh... I'm here, I'm here..." Her voice was low and tender. She raised her hand and started to slowly massage the other girls back. Miranda moaned.
"I know...", replied Pearl. "I know," she repeated more softly. "Let me help you." She forced Miranda on her back in spite of her protest and knelt next to her. She kissed her forehead and started to sing a soft and slow voice. It was a song of her people, an old lullaby her grandmother used to sing to her when she was sick as a child. Her hands started to move above her friend's body, slow.y descending to touch her and massage very inch of her skin. She closed her eyes, focusing on the song, on her gesture she had thought she had forgotten. Her grand mother had taught them to her. "It will soothe anyone, even the deadly sick." Her voice broke as she remember those words. It hadn't helped her grand mother, it hadn't stopped the dying. A tear slid down her cheek and as she felt it ran against her skin she forced her voice to steady. Miranda wasn't going to die. They had given her the antidote in time, she knew that. She bent down and brushed her lips against Miranda's. "I promise you're going to be alright," she whispered inches away from Miranda's skin. "I won't let you not be."
She heard the other girl moan in response before she thought she heard her thin and fragile voice. "Sing..."
And so she sang, her friends body still and very calm as her hands started their motion once more, guided by the rhythm of the song
Fandom: Original (Miranda)
Prompt: #318 - Appease
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All mine
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Miranda is sick and Pearl takes care of her.
Miranda was lying on her bed in Jack's home, but she could have been anywhere in any universe for all she knew. Her eyes were closed and she couldn't open them because the lights and colours of the world were too violent for her. She wished she could block the sounds as she did the light. They were blurring in a constant buzz that was keeping her awake. She moaned as she closed her eyes a bit harder. She knew it wouldn't help but it was all she could to. A second later she felt a cold hand on her burning forehead. Her body stopped its incessant motion at the contact, a long shiver descending along her spine. It felt good. As if the flame weren't devouring her body any longer.
"It's alright. You're going to be alright Miranda."
Miranda turned her head towards the voice, her eyes remaining shut.
"Don't worry, I'm going to stay here. You'll be safe."
Miranda's hand flew in the hair, trying to find Pearl. The noise in the background had seemed to diminish when she had started talking, as if the sound of her voice had ordered silence. She felt her hand be caught by Pearl slim fingers. She grabbed it and pressed it hard against hers. She was going to be alright. As long as Pearl was holding her she knew nothing bad could really happen. She was safe.
---*---
Pearl was lying in Miranda's bed, her friends body pressed against her. She could feel the sweat drenching her cloths but she didn't care. She wanted to hold Miranda and keep her so near she could feel the frantic beating of her heart. It meant she was alive and that the antidote was working, it was helping her fight the poison out.
She felt Miranda's hand clench her shirt and she thought she heard it rip but that didn't matter either.
"Shhh... I'm here, I'm here..." Her voice was low and tender. She raised her hand and started to slowly massage the other girls back. Miranda moaned.
"I know...", replied Pearl. "I know," she repeated more softly. "Let me help you." She forced Miranda on her back in spite of her protest and knelt next to her. She kissed her forehead and started to sing a soft and slow voice. It was a song of her people, an old lullaby her grandmother used to sing to her when she was sick as a child. Her hands started to move above her friend's body, slow.y descending to touch her and massage very inch of her skin. She closed her eyes, focusing on the song, on her gesture she had thought she had forgotten. Her grand mother had taught them to her. "It will soothe anyone, even the deadly sick." Her voice broke as she remember those words. It hadn't helped her grand mother, it hadn't stopped the dying. A tear slid down her cheek and as she felt it ran against her skin she forced her voice to steady. Miranda wasn't going to die. They had given her the antidote in time, she knew that. She bent down and brushed her lips against Miranda's. "I promise you're going to be alright," she whispered inches away from Miranda's skin. "I won't let you not be."
She heard the other girl moan in response before she thought she heard her thin and fragile voice. "Sing..."
And so she sang, her friends body still and very calm as her hands started their motion once more, guided by the rhythm of the song
