FTRS/RAR One-Shots

Heavin-Insomnia

DEVIN

Devin wandered the halls of the White family mansion. She'd been slumbering peacefully for hours, but she could have sworn that just a moment ago she'd heard footsteps outside her door. She was a light sleeper by force of habit; birds tended to knock on her window in the middle of the night asking for various remedies. Devin was almost sure she'd seen the glow of a candle from beneath her door. It had stayed there for a full ten minutes before the footsteps departed, the room returning to pure darkness. 

Devin pulled on a sweater over her light shirt and pants, slipped on a pair of socks, and stepped out into the dark hallways. 

Tapestries of the White Family, moving portraits, and vases of ever-blooming flowers littered the walls. A statue of Heath and Raina stood atop a table-the eyes seemed to follow her as she stepped. 

Devin was full of curiousity. She was of course heading in the general direction of the footsteps she'd heard, but she hadn't been able to truly explore the palace on her own. Heath had snuck her off to show her a few spots in the gardens and stables, but he'd been swept up in court meetings and Devin had been escorted back inside. She wanted to see more of the palace. 

As she turned another corner, glancing at the articulate painting of Snow holding her princess crown, she glimpsed the candlelight once more. She stepped forward softly. It was Heath. 

He held a lamp in one hand, and a book in the other. He'd positioned himself upon a balcony-looking area. The night sky glimmered above him. Nothing protected him from falling out into the night save a small circular wall, about as tall as Devin was. His hair was a ruffled disaster, his eyes clear and bright. He wore a pair of white socks, light pants, and a sweatshirt. He almost looked like the commoners in Peter Pan's latest news story. 

Devin stepped forward. "What are you doing up?"

Heath turned. "Devin?" he blinked. "What are you doing out of bed?" 

"You first." she crossed her arms. 

"Oh. Couldn't sleep."

"Yeah, me neither." Devin agreed, thinking of the lamplight under her door. 

"Um...how's the room?" he asked awkwardly. 

"Fine." Devin thought of how big the bed was, how enormous everything was. Even low-level royals didn't have such splendor. Heath smiled lightly. After a moment, Devin slid down next to him. "What's that?"

"A book." 

"What book?"

"Not important. You should get to bed." 

"Gimme."

Heath handed the book over in a gesture of appease. Devin laid her head on his shoulder. Heath seemed pleasantly surprised. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. Devin trailed her finger along the book's spine. They sat in calm silence. 

Devin's eyes had fluttered shut a half hour ago. She achieved a sweet slumber.

The sweet kiss was enough to bring her out of it. 

Devin returned Heath's gentle kiss with little pause for thought. He coaxed her lips open to his, brushing back her tangled locks. Devin sunk her hand into his messy hair.

They'd had some good kisses, sure. Their first kiss had been months ago, in that dark room where he'd poured out his soul. Then again, that kiss of pure excitement at the dance, amid everyone's watching eyes. His goodbye kiss when the academy had gone off for break, unfairly short due to friends' exasperated stares. But these were something different. 

They were all alone, and simply happy to be together. There was no rush, no hurry, no urgency or rushing feelings. Just calm and peace, and a brightness of the future. 

Heath's lips pulled from hers. Devin curled herself against his chest. Heath wrapped his arms around her. She closed her eyes. 

It seemed the sun rose too soon.