"Listen, no-one's coming to help us. We've been stranded here for months. We're out of food, and I'm not going to make it. You need to eat m-" "Shut up, Chloé. Don't say another fucking word..."
Christopher jumped upright, sending poor Chloé tumbling to his upper leg, darting awake herself in the process. While he didn't make a noise, his gut felt as if he had just been stabbed, a feeling compounded by having woken up his three inch princess. "Chris, why did you do that? Did you... you had a nightmare, didn't you? Ssh... Just lie down. Let me take care of it..." While the concern of his Crevette Cocotte moved him, he barely had tim
The day after the attack by the seemingly feral fox, Christopher's lack of sleep from being paralyzed with worry for the Borrowers who had poured their lives into saving his was taking it's toll in a big way. Two hours might not be enough to kill a man, but it's certainly enough to make dragging himself out of bed to work in the morning a complete pain at best. While Chloé recommended he call in sick, this was from a lack of understanding of how human economies work. Surprisingly, the two Borrowers weren't tired in the least. It seems that their exhaustion was magical in nature, and - unlike the human - they did get a full night's sleep.
A whole month had passed since Chloé and Christopher had met. That month was rather uneventful, mostly filled with interspecies cuddling, home renovation to better accomodate Chloé's comfort, and the comfort of potential future Borrower residents living in the human space (although they would still have to get their exercise to move around), and lighthearted arguments over what to do in any particular day. Sometimes the mischevious Borrower would complain about how she doesn't get a fair share of chocolate on treat days - before being reminded that "A mouthful for you is a miniscule chunk, for me, it's the whole rest of the bar. How
Thump. Thump. Thump. Like a biological metronome, and lullaby rolled into one, with a hint of a massage machine as well, the heartbeat of this colossal creature known simply as a “human” – though a biological process that he doesn't even think about, to her, it was a gigantic, heaving mechanism for her relaxation and reassurance, that had become familiar to her by now. The life-giving heart of her saviour, protector, and roommate. Under his care, she drifted peacefully into a long, restful sleep on a full stomach, with no worries about hunger, thirst, entertainment, comfort, or friends. The only thing she was really missing