One word prompt please specify muse
Well, this doesn’t come as much of a surprise. Nor could you even consider it a disappointment. An expectation might be a better word for it. You would be shocked if the evening ended any other way, really.
Upon entering your hive you find Lazali slumped over in the couch, propped up by his equally as passed out, and by the looks of it inebriated, moirail. The mess on the coffee table and the grating music from one of those ‘Guess the Song’ videos playing on the tv paint a very clear picture of the evening's events.
They made a night of it, of waiting for you. Damn meetings always run longer than they need to. The Empire has a funny way of getting a handful of the fleets best and brightest in a room and getting the least amount of work possible done. Everyone had to prove they were the smartest, they got the most done, they knew what was best for the Empire. Their plan was the best. The world's most irritating dick measuring contest.
Fuck, are you the only one with a life off of their ship or what?
The noise prattling off of the tv becomes annoying enough that it breaks you from your thoughts and you turn it off, this action stirs Leoisi from her slumber.
“Hey..” Her protest bubbles up with a hiccup. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes. “I was guessing the song.”
“Mhm?” You feel yourself smile. “What song was it, Lucy?”
“Uhh..” She blinks her eyes open to look up at you, then she decides that the world is too bright and she screws them shut instead. “I forgot.”
“I didn’t know it either.”
Your admission elicits one quick bark of laughter from her. She was a delight to have around in the end after all, wasn’t she? It was nice knowing Lazali had someone to kill the time with when you weren’t around, beyond his flings.
You take a moment to admire the two of them, Laz tucked into Lucys side. She’d taken the silence as an opportunity to gently stroke her thumb over your sleeping mates face.
It’s a good thing you gave her a shot when they first started out, huh?
“Alright, Luce. Up we get.” You don’t give her much time to protest, honestly, they’re both already in your arms before you’ve finished the sentence.
Immediately, Laz snuggles into you, Lucy begins her futile attempts at pushing against your chest.
“Nooo, not this time big guy. I’m going home.” She whines as she shows you what for, she’s really putting you in your place. You have to admire her tenacity. “I can get home fine.”
“I think you will not make it to the front door without making friends with the ceramic tiling. Also, it is nearly dawn.”
Leoisi opens her eyes again, so that you can experience the full extent of her pout, only to find that you are already making yourself comfortable in the bed. She didn’t even realize you were already in the room, that she lost before the fight began.
So instead, she huffs and buries her face into your shoulder.
“We’re making crepes tomorrow.” Her attempt at an ultimatum makes you laugh, though it is mostly stifled for Lazalis sake. The tenacity.
She huffs again, her face still buried into your shoulder. With a few moments of silence, she is out like a light again as signified by some seriously gentle snores.
Usually, her protests last longer than that. Another easy win for the Basilisk, you suppose.