It didn’t matter that his quarters were barely tidied up after the last skirmish. It didn’t matter that the roast chicken he had bartered tooth and nail for was saved only by a liberal helping of teriyaki sauce. It didn’t even faze them that the haphazardly-built music system he had made only had one working speaker or that the environmental lighting may not come back on anytime soon.
All Tyko could hear right now was Rema’s snuggled breaths against his sternum as they swayed. Together the flames and their shadows waltzed along the walls as he held her tightly. Nothing could spoil that.
Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. I honestly don’t think I write bits like this enough, so I hope this one does well. Enjoy!