𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉 || 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

XII - broom-fencing turning dark

A starry night was once again brought upon the Grace Field House by mother nature, who had painted the sky beautifully with a solid graphite color, stars sprinkled all over it without a sign of clouds. It was cold too, forecasting a similar temperature in the morning.

The dinner was slipped off the plates by spoons and forks, consumed by the children almost like the demons devoured the kids. That meant it was time for the typical preparation for the night. Some children cleaned themselves, others already done with that task were yawning heavily in their beds trying to get away from Morpheus's armful for a little longer.

Moreover, there were other kids that were assigned with cleaning. Not themselves but the house. That, however, wasn't really the case Y/n and Ray were put in because instead of them receiving that responsibility they suggested it themselves. That's how the two mentioned children ended up together in the dining room with a broom each in their hands.

For a while that place was inflated with a comfortable silence, accompanied by the specific sound of the hair of the broom hitting the wooden flooring with uneven pauses.

Ray sighed heavily. "And what is so special about us Grace Field kids, if we can't even keep our crumbs on the table?" The boy moved a pair of chairs, reaching the tiny bits, usually coming from bread, underneath the table.

Y/n chuckled lightheartedly, her glance rather astonished by how much effort Ray actually put in cleaning. She continued clearing her area, putting more and more focus on the peculiar sound the broom made.

"Sweep sweep." She muttered quietly and started laughing at her own comment. "Ray? Ray! Listen to this-" Y/n exclaimed between laughter. "What would-" Another series of snickers interrupting. "What would a broom say if it was an animal? Would it say 'sweep sweep'?"

Ray looked abruptly at the girl with a gaze that only expressed something along the lines of 'are you serious?' or 'are you turning crazy?'. 

"I don't know Y/n..." He began, at last, getting very amused how Y/n stopped laughing and began pouting her cheeks in anger at the dull answer. "I mean, if I was a broom, moreover a talking one that is, I would say something like 'watch out Y/n, or I'm going to sweep you off your feet." The raven-haired boy said, instantly turning away from the girl, not wanting to face her after what he just uttered.

"Oh, you have already done it." Y/n answered far too quickly before Ray even got the chance to fully turn around.

"What?!" He exclaimed, side-eyeing the girl who smiled at him.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"You really..." A heavy sigh escaped Ray's lips. He approached the girl, his head hanging low. He then proceeded to give her back a soft thump with the stick of the broom.

"Hitting others now I see..." Y/n smiled at the raven-haired boy. "It would be a shame if... mom found out."

"It's your fault Y/n." Ray said in his defense, the corners of his lips pointing upward. He knew well that Y/n wouldn't tell this to mama.

"So you want a fight after all? Well then..." The girl uttered, seeing the smirk that had now become more visible on Ray's lips. "En garde!" Her silvery voice spoke up while she turned the broom upside down so that the stick was now pointing at Ray.

Ray grinned slightly before avenging what Y/n had started with her words. He jumped up to the girl, their brooms clashing at each other, almost like two swords in a deadly fight between two royal knights. A real play of life and death. 

Ray lunged forwards once again surprising Y/n, but too slow, giving the girl enough time to jump out of the way right on time.

"So the princess is able to fight after all." Y/n chuckled at the boy remembering the nickname she came up with for him yesterday.