**Flying Is So Beautiful**
Prompt: Peder B Hellands Composition Of His Song Flying Is So Beautiful That Usagi Tsukino plays the song for her and Rei’s baby daughter Akira to help her sleep
Under the soft glow of a moonlit night, Usagi Tsukino cradled her baby daughter, Akira, in her arms. The room was filled with a gentle warmth, the soft hum of the city outside a distant lullaby. The curtains fluttered slightly, the gentle evening breeze carrying with it the fleeting essence of adventure and dreams. As Usagi gazed lovingly at Akira, her heart swelled with joy. Her life, once a whirlwind of battles and countless dreams to protect the world, had now transformed into a serene sanctuary of motherhood.
“Time to sleep, my little star,” she murmured, pressing a tender kiss on her daughter’s forehead. Akira’s wide, inquisitive eyes blinked back at her, their deep curiosity reflecting the wonder of the world she had just begun to know. Usagi chuckled softly, remembering how she once fought demons to save the universe, and now here she was, battling the sweet challenge of getting her baby to sleep.
Just then, the memory of a song washed over her—a melody so enchanting that it seemed to transport you to the very essence of beauty itself. Peder B Helland’s “Flying Is So Beautiful”—a piece she had cherished for the emotions it evoked. It was a composition that spoke of freedom, of soaring to great heights, of dreams unfurling like wings against the shimmering canvas of a starlit sky.
Usagi sat down in the plush rocking chair, pulling Akira closer, allowing her small head to rest against her shoulder. She reached for her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen as she navigated to the song. As the first notes echoed through the room, a calm descended, enveloping them like a soft cocoon. The music flowed gently, filling every nook and cranny of the cozy space.
The enchanting soundscape seemed to weave a tapestry of dreams, each note a brushstroke painting Akira’s imagination. The lilting harmonies danced gracefully, soaring like birds on the wind. Usagi closed her eyes, feeling the weight of the day slip away as she surrendered to the soothing rhythm. Her heart filled with a profound sense of gratitude for the life they had built, for the family they nurtured together.
Rei, Akira’s other mother and Usagi’s once fierce ally in battles against darkness, peeked in from the adjoining room. She smiled softly at the sight: Usagi wrapped in the melody, lost in the moment, their baby embraced in serenity. Rei had always admired Usagi’s ability to be gentle and fierce, and now she was witnessing a new layer of that strength—her wife, the protector of the world, now cocooning their child in love.
“Is that the song?” Rei asked, stepping quietly into the room. Her voice was a mere whisper, blending seamlessly with the soft melody that spun around them.
Usagi nodded, her eyes still closed, a content smile adorning her lips. “It’s perfect for her, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely,” Rei replied, moving closer to them, feeling the warmth radiate off her family. She watched as Akira’s eyelids began to flutter, the gentle rise and fall of her tiny chest matching the soothing cadence of the music. It was a sight that filled Rei with an overwhelming sense of peace. Their daughter, the hybrid of two souls intertwined with love and resilience, was drifting off into the world of dreams, guided by the beauty of that haunting melody.
As the music swelled, it painted vivid images in Rei’s mind. She recalled their countless battles against shadows, the sacrifices they made, and the beauty they protected. Through it all, they had forged a bond unyielding, now blessed with a child who would inherit their legacy. The song’s essence of flying resonated with her—a sentiment that life had its ups and downs, but with love, they could soar through anything.
Akira’s eyelids fluttered one last time before they closed completely, a serene smile gracing her tiny lips as she succumbed to sleep. Usagi’s arms tightened around her, feeling a rush of maternal instinct and fierce love. She opened her eyes to meet Rei’s gaze, and in that silent exchange, they both understood. This moment, this simple act of love, was the culmination of everything they fought for.
“Do you think she’ll be a Senshi too?” Rei questioned, breaking the peaceful silence. Her playful tone lightened the mood, eliciting a giggle from Usagi.
“With her heart and strength? Absolutely,” Usagi mused, imagining their little girl in a sailor suit, fighting for justice and love—just like they had. “But first, she needs to grow up, right?”
Rei laughed softly, moving to sit on the edge of the rocking chair. “Right! And she’ll have plenty of time for dreams before all that.”
As Peder’s composition reached its final, lingering notes, a comforting silence fell over the room. The warmth of the moment solidified into a memory—one of quiet confidence and love. Usagi gently lowered Akira into her crib, craning down to kiss her forehead again. With a soft touch, she adjusted the baby blanket, weaving dreams of adventure and kindness into its folds.
“We've made a beautiful life, haven’t we?” Usagi said, turning to Rei, her eyes sparkling with emotion.
“We truly have,” Rei replied, taking her hand as they both stood over the sleeping child. “And we’ll continue to make it beautiful, one day at a time.”
They shared a tender kiss, a promise of the love they would nurture within this small family. And as the night deepened, the world outside continued its busy dance, but within those four walls, a tranquil peace reigned—a testament to their journey together, their love reflected in the dreams of Akira, the child of two warriors and a melody that would guide her into a beautiful tomorrow.
