Suite 518/520, Wednesday morning

[demonbelthazor]

After the kids had gone back through the Vortex and Phoebe had fled back to their room, Bel and Anders had followed and tried to comfort her about the loss of the children. They were still alive somewhere, back where they belonged, with the parents who loved them. And who knew, there might be a way to see them again sometime. They could even end up coming to school at Fandom High someday.

Phoebe had cried herself to sleep, nestled between Bel and Anders. Hours later, Bel slowly came awake. He was spooned against Phoebe's back, her head was on Anders's shoulder, and Bel's arm was over them both. Wednesday, right? He didn't have class, and he didn't think Phoebe did, but he wasn't sure about Anders. Either way, he was perfectly content to stay like this all morning.

[For future_visions and futurebucs_star, but open for any who want to be mean and interrupt the snuggling.]

Comments

[sensethevisions]

Oh yes, she much preferred kissing to tickling.