Darling Kanaya

Kanaya Maryam stretched her arms languorously as she awoke, pushing the covers away from her body.

Covers.

Hmm.

No, that wasn’t right.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was indeed lying in a human bed, not her recuperacoon. Further inspection of these surroundings revealed the walls to be covered in what appeared to be movie posters of all types and genres. Down and to her left there appeared to be a small pile of firearms. There was a set of descending ambulatoryplanes smack dab in the middle of the respiteblock. A thick vine snaked up from below. As Kanaya realized that she was, in fact, asleep, she decided to go down to the house below.

Floating in the block at the bottom of the stairs was a human in god tier uniform. It looked completely ridiculous, to be blunt (Kanaya wanted to have a word with sgrub’s creator on the design of some of these outfits). The bottom half of the outfit appeared to be merely a pair of briefs followed by yellow socks and orange slippers. Definitely not something easy on the eyes, but worse things have happened in dream bubbles before. Barely.

He heard slight rustling from the other side of the room. He looked over to see the young woman-

No.

Troll?

He looked over to see the young troll. Her hair was short, and a bit spiked on the sides. Her horns were tall and intimidating as she arose from laying down. She had grey skin. It was pale. A pale grey. Jake was curious as to why it wasnt darker like the other’s. As she pushed the his green and oddly printed covers away, he noticed what she was wearing. The pale trolls attire was made up of a shirt, it was black and had a symbol he felt like he was supposed to know, and skirt, it was red and reached down to her ankles. The side of it was ‘layered’ if you will, with parts of the same fabric. Little white buttons rimmed the edge of where the ‘layered’ fabric had stopped in the front. To complete the look, as she had stepped out of the bedding, was a simple pair of black flats with the smallest of heel.

It was an odd choice of clothing, but he didn’t judge as he reminded himself of what he was wearing. He turned his attention back up to the female standing before him.

“Yes. Ah well, no. But yes. As much as id love to go to that blasted place, this is just merely a dream bubble, my lady.” He accent seeped through each of his words, making him seem like more of a gentleman than he already was.

Kanaya Maryam stretched her arms languorously as she awoke, pushing the covers away from her body.

Covers.

Hmm.

No, that wasn’t right.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was indeed lying in a human bed, not her recuperacoon. Further inspection of these surroundings revealed the walls to be covered in what appeared to be movie posters of all types and genres. Down and to her left there appeared to be a small pile of firearms. There was a set of descending ambulatoryplanes smack dab in the middle of the respiteblock. A thick vine snaked up from below. As Kanaya realized that she was, in fact, asleep, she decided to go down to the house below.

Floating in the block at the bottom of the stairs was a human in god tier uniform. It looked completely ridiculous, to be blunt (Kanaya wanted to have a word with sgrub’s creator on the design of some of these outfits). The bottom half of the outfit appeared to be merely a pair of briefs followed by yellow socks and orange slippers. Definitely not something easy on the eyes, but worse things have happened in dream bubbles before. Barely.

He heard slight rustling from the other side of the room. He looked over to see the young woman-

No.

Troll?

He looked over to see the young troll. Her hair was short, and a bit spiked on the sides. Her horns were tall and intimidating as she arose from laying down. She had grey skin. It was pale. A pale grey. Jake was curious as to why it wasnt darker like the other’s. As she pushed the his green and oddly printed covers away, he noticed what she was wearing. The pale trolls attire was made up of a shirt, it was black and had a symbol he felt like he was supposed to know, and skirt, it was red and reached down to her ankles. The side of it was ‘layered’ if you will, with parts of the same fabric. Little white buttons rimmed the edge of where the ‘layered’ fabric had stopped in the front. To complete the look, as she had stepped out of the bedding, was a simple pair of black flats with the smallest of heel.

It was an odd choice of clothing, but he didn’t judge as he reminded himself of what he was wearing. He turned his attention back up to the female standing before him.

“Yes. Ah well, no. But yes. As much as id love to go to that blasted place, this is just merely a dream bubble, my lady.” He accent seeped through each of his words, making him seem like more of a gentleman than he already was.