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Shipcestember Day 1: Coffin / Meadow
"Charlie, it's time to wake up."
Lucy punctuates her words with a soft tap-tap-tap against the top of the large, ornate coffin her brother rests inside. There's no response.
She knocks a little harder. "Come on. It's past evening. Aren't you hungry?"
Silence.
Sighing, Lucy grabs the edge of the coffin lid and hoists it open. Creeeeeeak.
Charlie is curled up inside, arms and knees tucked against his chest. He blinks open a red eye briefly before yawning and shutting it once more. When he speaks, his voice is groggy. "Too bright..."
"It's past evening already." Lucy leans over the edge and runs a hand through Charlie's soft pink locks. "Aren't you ready to wake up?"
He nuzzles against her hand. "Mhm...Just a little longer..."
"But I'm hungry—which means you must be getting hungry as well. Let's go hunt."
Charlie huffs a little. "It's so cozy in here..."
"I know, but—"
Before she can even react, Lucy's being tugged into the coffin. Any protest dies on her tongue the second she's nestled within her brother's embrace. His arms are warm around her, the cotton of his nightgown unbearably soft. She relaxes into it.
"See?" Charlie whispers. "It's too comfortable to get up..."
Lucy rolls her eyes, wrapping her arms around her other half. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. "You're such a baby sometimes, did you know that?"
He giggles against her. "I'm your baby..."
She huffs fondly but doesn't deny it. Against her better judgement, Lucy decides to let him rest a little bit longer. After all, it is quite comfortable inside the coffin—enough so that Lucy doesn't even realize it when she herself drifts off, lulled to sleep by the sound of her brother's soft snoring.