Okay, it’s been awhile since I’ve written, but this was just too good an opportunity to pass down.
There was a tweet by Bernice (@Bernice106) the morning after Anniversary and it said “Morning! Gonna smile this lovely morning and think positively… All that noise in the background is all noise… shhh~~”
My fellow Mo/Bernice shippers and I, our minds went into overdrive and hence, this fanfiction was hatched. This one’s all for you Mo/Bernice shippers. Or MoBsters! 😀 I only hope I did your expectations and that tweet justice! Hee.
P/s: Anyone wanna make me a pretty banner? /pleads 😀
Bernice snuck into the room, stashing her handbag by the dresser, treading lightly because she didn’t want to wake him up. The neon blue digital numbers on the dresser clock read 3:42. Pulling the sheets off her side of the bed, she gently eased herself onto the mattress.
“Hey… sorry, did I wake you?”
He rubbed his eyes and angled his body towards her. “You’re late,” he mumbled sleepily.
“Yeah, there was this particular scene that took longer than expected.”
He smiled at her, placing his hand lightly on the small of her back. “I’m glad you’re here.”
She swung her legs into the warm confines of the quilt and settled herself next to him, smelling the familiar mix of cool aftershave & minty shampoo. She inhaled, at the same time he did. He smelt warm vanilla lotion on her, tangled with sweet undertones of peach. It smelt like home.
“How’re you feeling?” She put her arms around him, his head resting on her shoulder. Her palm started moving in slow languid over his heart, against his bare chest.
“Not so good.” He shut his eyes and then opened them again. “I just wanted to come home to spend some time with you, but there was press and all that to do. Just needed to get away from all that.”
“I’m proud of you, you know that?” She smiled, “This job we do, these masks we put on to work, to act, you make it seem so easy… you bring characters to life.”
She continued, “In fact you did it so well that I didn’t even know whether I was reading all those signs between us right or if you were still in Sit Shui’s character all those years ago.”
He chuckled lightly.
“Point is, we all indulge in a little madness come this season every year. The hype, the gossip, the lights, the stifling expectations — it’s enough to make one doubtful. And I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t be. Because what you do, and what you give your audience is beyond all of that. You’re beyond all of that.”
He sat still for awhile, thinking, his fingers reaching up to lace through hers. “I know.”
“I know you do,” she squeezed his hand. “You told me the same thing 3 years ago too, remember?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t as poetic as that,” he grinned in the dark.
She laughed with him too. “Oh, making jokes now, are we?” Her tone grew serious, “All that noise in the background is all noise. The madness, the competition, the fleeting remarks, the gossip; it’s just noise. And it doesn’t matter here.”
He nodded, turning towards her, grazing his lips across her collarbone. “Thank you,” he murmured into her skin.
People wear different masks to face the world; heck, especially him, he was paid to do so, but here, cradled in the nape of her neck and basking in the beautiful sound of silence, no masks were needed. And there was no noise.
And suddenly everything was okay. He fell asleep, and before he knew it, sunlight was streaming through the windows, falling on her sleeping face and making her hair look like silk.
And there still was no more noise.
Feedback, as always, is much welcomed. 🙂