Little Problems

Chapter 19

Sang woke up again in the middle of the night. Owen was laying peacefully next to her, his big arm wrapped softly over her waist as she laid mostly on top of him. She watched him for a moment, the gentle breaths he took, and the soft raising and falling of his chest. He was so soft when asleep.

Usually if she woke up suddenly from a nightmare or from heat or hunger, or whatever else troubles a little girl like Sang, she wouldn't hesitate in waking Owen and forcing him to rock her back to sleep. There's nothing Little Sang loved more than her Daddy. But she wasn't feeling very Little tonight.

Gently pulling her leg from over Owen's waist, she lifted the covers carefully and slipped from underneath them, Owen's hand landing with a quiet thud on the mattress. She stared with wide eyes for a moment, not daring to move a muscle, before heaving a sigh of relief when Owen barely stirred. He could be a deep sleeper.

Fishing her own robe from out of the closet, Sang wrapped it around her body and with one last look at Owen's gentle face, slipped out of the bedroom. The floor didn't creak under her footsteps and the door didn't slam when she closed it; her academy training came naturally when she cared enough to use it.

Keeping her steps quiet, Sang padded down the corridor, deciding to grab a drink of water in the hopes that it'd make her sleepy enough to fall back asleep. Reaching the kitchen, she grabbed a glass from one of the cupboards that Owen had lowered for her tiny height, and filled it with filtered water from the fridge.

She swished it around in her mouth, the cool feeling satiating the thirst and aching her teeth a little. It was awfully quiet, though that didn't bother her much; she wasn't nearly as paranoid when Big.

"Sang?" A voice startled her from her thoughts and she jumped a little, cursing herself for her lack of observational skills when tired.

"Oh." She stared with wide eyes at the tired face of Victor, who looked much rougher than usual. His normally styled hair was rumpled, the buttons in his shirt undone, tie discarded ages ago. His eyes held heavy bruises under them, making her assume he hadn't slept at all that night.

"Hello, Victor." She looked down at her feet shyly, offering him a small smile.

Victor blinked twice, noticing that she didn't have the childish tone to her voice, nor the usual excitement in her eyes. Was something wrong?

"Uh..." He scratched the back of his head. "Shouldn't you- where's- where's your.."

Victor watched owlishly as she blushed a pretty pink colour, staring heavily into her glass. "Owen's in bed, I just came down for some water."

Victor nodded distractedly, not able to take his eyes away from the blond. He couldn't help but notice that something was drastically different about her. Where before he couldn't see past the childish act, it was impossible now to not to focus on her beauty, like a siren who's song enchants you.

"Owen?" He tentatively asked. "I thought that.."

"Uh, yeah." Sang nodded, risking a glance up to his dumbfounded expression. "I'm not feeling very Little at the moment."

"Right." Victor nodded. "So.. Big Sang?"

Sang nodded shyly, deciding to take a seat at the counter and hoping that he'd follow. He did. "I thought you'd left?"

Victor swallowed roughly, the late night atmosphere not allowing him to conceal his emotions and expressions very successfully despite how well versed he was at doing so. And there was just something about Sang that made him loose such inhabitions. But could he love her?